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Dat's the best tavern in the world! Come get your drinks

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Bah, I have stopped by better taverns before, and you can never get any better then freshest Akrotiri rum you can get yer hands on. But anything is better than that damn grog they hand out on my ships I'll tell ya. And if i don't get some service at 'dis 'ere table soon i'll be leaving no damn tip at all. And where are them tavern wenches, all good taverns have their wenches!

as Mohammed opened the door to jacks tavern and stepped into the deserted building he sat at the corner table and shouted

JACK

as jack came fumbling into the big hall he saw his old customer sitting there jack never imagined to see him after such a long time forgetting to ask what Mohammed wanted to drink as he did not have a customer in such a long time and just stared at him
Mohammed getting angry stood up and punched jack across the room furious at such a behavior from his old friend he left the tavern





no offense intended just wanted to role play a bit i think this is my first time or second doing such a thing let me know if it was any good readers

Sir Johnny English saw a rubbed down tavern for his purposes. Inside, he got a big tankard of chocolate milk (SJE was not in the mood for rum; he could not find chocolate milk ter fund his school!) He got a great idea and suddenly ran off, forgetting to pay for his drinks. Jack forgot it, just grateful for a customer

in a quiet corner of the inn a bedraggled man lies slumped on a table muttering to himself, a half spilt tankard of juice near one hand, a bag of gold in the other. Every now and then the muttering stops, and the other customers eye his bag of gold greedily.
" he must be dead by now " they whisper " the gold is ours for the taking"

THEY

As I stand in the corner watching Grapefruit stumble all over and hear the locals plot I drew mi pistols and shot 9 of em an sai'd "Tis be mi gold don't mess with the "Flying Dutchman" gol' mate".Some navy herd abut mi anti plat behava and tried to arrest not seeing the crew of FD under disguise they wer hang by the pistols bullets.

A grizzled man in the corner of the tavern watches and grins, wishing he was still able to join in on what's to come.. He frequents the tavern occasionally, stopping by for a few drinks between his weeks long sea voyages. From what's been heard he has cool stories to tell if you can catch him. It's also been heard that they are completely outlandish and that only the truly gullible would believe stories that talk about swarms of leviathans and buried mountains of gold.

Man walks into Jacks bar..

he should have ducked.

...but he didn't. Next round be on him, may he rest in peace.

Sir Johnny English remebers he did not pay Jack at all. SJE comes, strides through the brawls with little difficulty and places the gold coins in Jack's pocket. The coins fell from CJ's pocket's holes and Somebody caught them and whisked them away. Well, not SJE's problem.