Sheheh! Might not be a way t' do that. But what the hell ever. He'll understand or he won't.

[Namur dumps another shot of liquid behind his teeth and sets the bottle back onto the bar with a loud thunk. Like punctuation. End of that story. It'll work out or it won't and jawing about what might be ain't gonna change what will be. Namur takes a steadying breath regardless.]

So does relaxin' an' regroupin' mean jus' drinkin' yerself shitless or y' actually gone 'round seein' the island a bit?

[He might be ribbing Thatch just a little, the hint of a grin on his face.]