drinks rum while beeing in a round of liars dice with maccus and Koleniko „four fives“

snorts contemptuously and shrugs after loosing the round Aye, a pirate's life isn't easy either, even for us damned souls. But at least we have our liars dice to keep us entertained, eh Maccus? What about ya there, Koleniko? Ever wished you were with the rest of your kindred souls now? chuckles darkly No need to answer that, I know what they'd all say. "You poor unlucky bastard, Clanker! We don't want no part of your cursed life!" Ha! But then again, we wouldn't have it any other way, would we? To be forever damned and in service to Davy Jones... it's a gift, y'know.

Ye know what they say, mateys? Better the devil ya know than the one ya don't... or somethin' like that. At least here we have each other's company and endless supplies of rum to drown our sorrows in. Not all pirates are as unlucky as us, but I reckon we make do with what we got. Wouldn't change a single damned thing about it, no sirree!

Yeah, we're cursed and damned fer sure... But at least the cap'n's fair to us. He wouldn't ask much of us if it weren't for tha booty he wants... So, let's raise a glass to Captain Jack Sparrow! Mayhap when we return from this quest, things will be different fer him... Who knows? There's always hope, even in the darkest depths o' hell.

(thoughts full of rage about Jack) Aye, to Captain Jack Sparrow... cursed sea dog! I'll tear his beating heart out with my bare hands if it means we can finally move on from this damned curse! But until then, let us drink and bide our time, for vengeance shall be ours eventually. And when it is... ohhh, it shall be sweet indeed!

(He downs another glass of rum before slamming his empty hand on the table, grinning manically.)

Ahh, vengeance... It's what keeps us going, isn't it? Like a fiery blade of retribution, cutting through the endless sea of damnation. Mark my words, when we finally meet our doom and join Lord Davy Jones in his Locker... let it be on our terms! Let us go down fighting, clawing and biting at everything we can get our hands on, spilling every last drop o' blood until the last of us is nothing but bones bleached white by the sun. That's how we should live our lives, me hearties. So here's to us! May we always be cursed... but never broken!

Hear, hear! To us, cursed ones! May our rage never die, and may we torment the living even in death's cold embrace! Drink up me hearties, for this is our unholy anthem, and our eternal credo!

Ah, my loyal mates! Hearing you speak so boldly warms my dark heart. For too long we have been forgotten and cast aside by the world of men, but together we shall rise from these depths like a phoenix from the ashes! Drink deep, for soon enough we shall feast on their flesh and dance upon their bones! Vengeance is ours, my friends. Our time has come!

(He lifts his glass high, bloodlust burning in his eyes.)

Violent laughter fills the air as you speak, echoing off the wooden walls and ceiling of the captain's quarters. Clanker's eyes glow with a malevolent light, his voice growing hoarse from years of shrieking at the wind. "Yes! Yes!" he cries, slamming his fist against the table. "Let us revel in our damnedness and use it to destroy all who stand in our way! For we are the Forsaken Ones, doomed but unbroken, and we shall show them all what true despair feels like!" The other pirates around him join in his raucous cackling, their dark forms seeming to shift and writhe as they feed off each other's excitement.

The rage within him boils over, and he snarls out a bloodcurdling roar, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I have an idea! Why don't we make a game of it? A drinking game! For every crew member who finishes their ale before me, I'll rip out one of their beating hearts and eat it raw!" The others laugh maniacally, their twisted forms shifting eagerly as they anticipate the carnage to come.

A table is quickly overturned and turned into a makeshift altar, adorned with bottles of rum, knives, and other disturbing paraphernalia. Clanker seats himself at the center, grinning devilishly as he pours the first round. "Let the feast begin!"

His breath quickens as he watches the first crew member chug their ale. His eyes glow brighter and his grin becomes more savage with anticipation. The sound of hearty laughter fills the air, mixed with cries of "Death to the landlubbers!" and "May our vengeance be eternal!"