[ So, maybe it says something about Ed that the multiple threats to his important bits are brushed off, but a little bit of criticism lights an immediate fire under his arse. Proverbial, to be clear. The goat's still the only thing actually on fire. (Still? Jesus, how long's that thing gonna burn for?)

The bottle finds its way back into his hand. His frown is a stormy tempest of deep offence. ] Fuck you. That's a great fucking—you know how many guys would give their left ballsack to get a cool name from Blackbeard? A lot. Dozens. It's a good name, okay? It's a fine name.

[ You know what? He's taking it back. Barnacle Barnabas is no more. Barnacle Barnabas deserves to belong to someone—way cooler. And less of a dick.

He's giving it to the goat. ]