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The captain's expression remained impassive as he stared back at Qatari. His mood quickly turned sour, as he was not the type to tolerate insubordination, being all too familiar with the prospect of mutiny. He gave the woman an expressionless smile before speaking back to her.

"It's something," He replied, "I suggest you leave if you don't believe it'll get us anywhere."



Beside Priscilla at the bar were several bar patrons, all drinking and laughing heartily. Every last table was filled up with rowdy patrons, and even more stood crowding around it. The odour of sweat and alcohol was overpowering, but most were too drunk to care about it. The Argonian at the counter in front of her struggled to serve them the drinks as they continually arrived one after the other. Deeper in the crowd at the back of the pub, several people stepped around the unconscious body of a pirate incapacitated by Maria. Near the entrance, about seven people crowded around a large Redguard holding a captain's tricorn in his hands, having some sort of discussion with a heavily scarred woman. A Breton wearing clothes finer than most carefully made his way towards him.