[Poggio]

“Swabbie-” Mary spoke, grateful she was not physically around her master “Wha' does a pirate doth wit' booty, 'n how does one find it? “ She couldn’t keep the humor out of her voice as she gave him her next answer. "I be nay a mast’r o’ sanity. Like maps ‘n flask, ‘tis a pow’r that comes ‘n goes. I doth not wisheth t’ drain ye o’ yer mana…” If lips curl and the phantasm be seen, nothing but a smirk would have beset her features. “But if ye insist, anoth’r night o’ watchin’ ye drowneth in grog will peth me thar.”