Totoka River Now I'm on the outside

Blurryface could hardly believe his ears! Hadn't he just finished telling her about the secret-and-oh-so-fake league of explorers! "Th' bloody explorers, ye wench!" he roared excitedly, not unlike the joyous heckling of a rather drunk sports fan, and in his tone there was a lack of hostility that surprised even him, given his track record. The four-year old pirate wasn't exactly great company most of the time, and having lived a life of crime, he wasn't exactly a good friend to have, either, yet he played the part of overly excited explorer extraordinaire quite well.

"Wha's a cabin?" he repeated, then began to wheeze with laughter. "Ye don' know a cabin!" Ludicrous. "Ye don' 'ave a place ye calls home? Whar ye keeps your booty an' yer galley an' whar ye rests yer pretty skull when the sky be full o' stars?" Leave it to Blurryface to come up with more pirate slang that Wildfire probably wouldn't quite understand. But you couldn't blame the guy; he had never spoken differently in his life and wasn't even sure he knew how to.