"I'm sure that you'll find a solid replacement," nodded Vindictus and then he took a sip of the cocoa.

Ewww.

He raised the mug up to his nose and sniffed. It smelled like chocolate.

Wait, I love chocolate! But it doesn't taste right.

He lowered the mug and cradled it in his hands. "I can't believe ye let a squibby landlubber get me hat wet. Ye should've let the scoundrel visit Davey Jones' locker."

What? No. That's not what I meant! I meant to say that you shouldn't have interfered with Jacob on the ship.