( Mr. Eames is an honest soul, virtuous, devout and possessed of every sensibility. But he has, as godly men do, for only the Lord is perfect, his failings.
...restraint, some might say, if they running their mouths, sink'em — could be one. It only be companionship that means, Mr. Eames encounters a filled glass, and he cannot let that wretched sin stand. Not on his watch, sir. Good God wouldn't wish it.
But He's not opposed to a visit to the medicine man, where Mr. Eames scuttles rather sheepish, taking a seat before the newcomer to churn through his grievances: )
Don't know how it be happenin', me, what brought to it. Feeling all sorts, aye, waking with me head all jumbled, a wee caulk does nothing for the spell, light be stabbing me eyes, like the sun be out for me, for a killing... even my appetite's troubled, sir. Blimey, don't know how it happened.
( Just... just let him have another sip of his rum bottle, to calm his heart, as he survives life's cruelties. )
b.......... sort of.
...restraint, some might say, if they running their mouths, sink'em — could be one. It only be companionship that means, Mr. Eames encounters a filled glass, and he cannot let that wretched sin stand. Not on his watch, sir. Good God wouldn't wish it.
But He's not opposed to a visit to the medicine man, where Mr. Eames scuttles rather sheepish, taking a seat before the newcomer to churn through his grievances: )
Don't know how it be happenin', me, what brought to it. Feeling all sorts, aye, waking with me head all jumbled, a wee caulk does nothing for the spell, light be stabbing me eyes, like the sun be out for me, for a killing... even my appetite's troubled, sir. Blimey, don't know how it happened.
( Just... just let him have another sip of his rum bottle, to calm his heart, as he survives life's cruelties. )