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Wine, Wenches 'n Song

Barbossa was in the studio.

And covered in glitter.

The squirrels were very, very amused.

Barbossa? Slightly less so.

"Hello, me hearties, 'n welcome to another week o' Wine, Wenches 'n Song, where I be takin' yer requests 'n helpin' ye out wit' yer love lives. Since thar be a dance comin' up in the next few weeks, I be sure thar be a lot o' flailin' goin' on. I be able t' help."

He pressed a button on the console. "But first a song t' commemorate that cheap commercialization o' a mighty legacy--Talk Like a Pirate Day."

"Barrett's Privateers" came blasting out of the speakers.

"The phone lines be open," Barbossa said as the song finished. "Bother me."

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No Yanni. The squirrels *hate* Yanni.

*silence*

"Miho?" Barbossa swallowed hard. "Be ye enjoyin' yer time at the three-minute datin'?"

*mildly annoyed silence*

"Not so much, eh?" Barbossa gave a nervous chuckle. "If'n I be sendin' ye over pie will ye maybe be reconsiderin' killin' me?"

*thoughtful silence*

"'n mayhap something shiny that be not makin' any manner o' clatterin' noise, should ye choose t' wear it?"

Barbossa was all about the bribery.

*accepting silence*

Miho might, also, like it if Barbossa played a song for her.

Barbossa flipped through his selection of music. He'd been on a Robbie Williams kick recently--not that he was particularly proud of that--and his hand stopped when he found "She's the One."

"Fer the ninja," he said with a smile, and pressed play.

Because this has never turned out badly. Ever. Really.

Would a pirate lie to you?

Meet the squirrels!

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to send a Mini Setsuna over to the studio with a bottle of rum bigger than the Mini Setsuna itself, but Sakurazaki figured it better than showing up herself.

How a floating, tiny doppleganger managed to drag it through the air was a very good question. But, struggling and pulling with great effort, that is exactly how the Mini Setsuna came in with the offering.

The squirrels stared.

Barbossa had gotten to the point where nothing surprised him any more. "Thank ye very much, tiny S-wench," he said, nodding his head.

Mini Setsuna's head bobbed as she set the bottle somewhere, then gave an exaggerated little sigh of exhaustion, wiping her forehead with her little sleeve. That done, she swept into a very neat, formal little bow.

"You are most welcome, Pirate-san. Sakurazaki-san wanted me to bring this over to you to thank you for your help with the dedications to Lizowski-san. While she made it clear that I was supposed to tell you that you a horrible, horrible man with a very dishonourable sense of sick, perverse humour, she felt it necissary to thank you because the night still turned out very well for her."

Barbossa chuckled. "I be happy to oblige. Tell S-wench that I be eager t' help her wit' her next dedication, too."

Mini Setsuna bowed again. "Oh, thank you, Pirate-san, I shall. Have a lovely day, and may your ancestors never devise to turn your soul into a pig demon." With that, she drifted back out the door, but not until after shaking her butter-knife sword threateningly at the squirrels. They had dishonoured her with their staring.

"Me ancestors could do that?" Barbossa called after her, sounding concerned.

The mind of a Mini Setsuna was very simple; the task of leaving was set in her little paper magic brain, and the pirate's words of concern were lost on her.

I shouldn't be allowed near Photoshop.

*dies*

*rolling*

*is ded*

*is so dead*

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Stop by the studio!

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