Xander tossed on the bed, trying to sleep. Pain and ugly dreams kept him awake, he hadn't been able to get a decent night of sleep since his eye had been torn from it's socket by that evil guy. He looked like a pirate now, all shaggy hair and the eye patch…
He could smell the salt air, and a mingling of fish and rum. He could almost make out a shape in the shadows, some bizarre man with eyeliner and bright baubles in his hair, a bottle of rum in hand.
"They took my ship. If a man can't have his ship, what's the point? I don't ask for that much…" His eyes caught on something to the side, and his whole body swayed as he looked at the buxom tavern wench. "Hello, luv."
The wench promptly slapped him across the face.
"I deserved that, I suppose…" He swayed even more as he shook his head. "Sail with me, help me get my ship back."
"Tell me, Sparrow, why should I sail with you, and what's this ships name anyhow?" Xander looked at him, a part of him wondering if that other buxom girl with tankards of beer looked like Anya or not.
"That's Captain Sparrow… always forgetting the captain part…" The words slurred just a little.