Utterly Mad

Thomas had let out a hearty seaman's laugh as he took a long taste of his pipe before knocking more ash out of it, "Well last I heard, the magical using bastard be hidin' out in Pourtstout, that wig town full o' dem landlubbers and other "fantastical" sh1te." He paused as he looked through his old journal, "Aye. I've been dere' before, noting' but booze, loose women, gambling, and shows last Is' been membern' it; used to be sweet on some dancer there, her Pa ran teh' shows, carnivals, and what a've ya." Taking another moment he leaned back in his chair to blow more smoke rings towards the ceiling, before resting the pipe back in his mouth again. "I saved him many tides ago, he'd probably more ten' happy to 'elp use find that bilgerat that been making fools of us!"