Adrid nodded, and followed awkwardly behind.
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"Dunno," said Siren, and hopped back up. "What's that smell?" she said, following her nose to the bar in one swift motion. "I want some."
She couldn't read the words on any of the labels, so she pointed at the bottle that had a ship on it. "That one."
The bartender looked down at the short, blue, vaguely slimey looking finned girl, and restrained his bemusement expertly.
"Sixty year old ship captain, Bartholomew Crookley? Tropical, extra pulp?"
Siren blinked. "Yes."
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