Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

it was pathetic.

him being the it.

if anything he had only proven he was not fit to be a pirate. that he could not lead a crew by any means. so when somebody came calling, he had half a mind to stay where he was. holed up in a corner of the den.

but truth be told he could only sleep so much and he currently felt between doses of medicine. which meant he was sleepless for now. in an uncoordinated manner he made his way to the mouth of the den. then blinked bleary eyes at the shadow who was there.

not usual visitin' hours. he grumbled, but there in the back of his voice was an attempt to grapple with some sense of humor.

he also had no clue what hours faces came and went, seeing as so far a lot of his recovery had been sleeping.