[ Ed's expression becomes thoughtful, as though he's just heard something truly profound. Maybe he has or maybe it's the kelp weed talking. ]
Yeah. I guess you're right. [ He hums. Weird. He used to remember what his mother said to him about it. ] It's, I dunno. I was a pirate. [ He still kind of is, but not really. He doesn't captain a ship, which feels like an important criteria for pirating. Having a ship. Being on a ship, at the least. ] Material treasure's sort of the whole deal. That, and the occasional maiming. And rum, lots of rum.
[ Speaking of, hang on—Ed rummages around while Jerry ruminates and soon emerges with two tropical coconuts, pre-chopped and all. Then he splashes some rum into it, gives it a bit of a stir, and invents the first patented coconut rum on this world. (This may or may not be true, but it's definitely true to Ed.)
He offers a rum coconut to Jerry. ] Nah. It's been, what, eight hundred years? I mean, back then, I didn't even have one fucking tentacle. Now I've got several.
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Yeah. I guess you're right. [ He hums. Weird. He used to remember what his mother said to him about it. ] It's, I dunno. I was a pirate. [ He still kind of is, but not really. He doesn't captain a ship, which feels like an important criteria for pirating. Having a ship. Being on a ship, at the least. ] Material treasure's sort of the whole deal. That, and the occasional maiming. And rum, lots of rum.
[ Speaking of, hang on—Ed rummages around while Jerry ruminates and soon emerges with two tropical coconuts, pre-chopped and all. Then he splashes some rum into it, gives it a bit of a stir, and invents the first patented coconut rum on this world. (This may or may not be true, but it's definitely true to Ed.)
He offers a rum coconut to Jerry. ] Nah. It's been, what, eight hundred years? I mean, back then, I didn't even have one fucking tentacle. Now I've got several.