[Having spent some time in the company of a bunch of colourful sorts, Long John can't really find a faceless man all that strange, and Pirates weren't the judgemental type anyway.
He sits beside him, and casts a look at the vegetable sorting that's going on, and raises an eyebrow.]
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He sits beside him, and casts a look at the vegetable sorting that's going on, and raises an eyebrow.]
Somethin' wrong with the peas, Sir?