"Later being before or after centuries old pirates board the ship and demand your 'booty'?" He arched an eyebrow, okay now he was kind of flirting. It took a bit to kick in apparently. Or pirate jokes. He wasn't entirely sure.
Unconsciously he rubbed his scalp where it had stung like a bitch for awhile... But he didn't have any bald spots so it was cool. Huh. At the mention of a lawsuit whatever jovial nature he'd managed to scrounge up disappeared like someone had hit a light switch, "Yeah, I'd say we have pretty good grounds. They fell off the fucking boat." Why did he keep telling people this? It wasn't like spreading it around made it any less horrible.