"Then that's a damn shame, Elizabeth. A damn shame. Everyone should grow up learning about the good-folk, if for no other reason than the fact that we are real." He passed a shot over toward her, thinking for a moment that the women held the same sort of alcohol tolerance he had. Granted, he was starting to feel the effects of so much whiskey so quickly, but he was still upright, so he was fine.
But she had a point, Jack had a certain cunning to him. It would be like him to figure out that to get to the hoard you had to hold it perfectly in your mind, see it, smell it, feel it, and that was all it took to possess the coins. Even now, just to be double sure, Sweeney mentally checked the status of his hoard and was pleased to find it all in order, less three coins. The one Jack had, the one Shadow's dead wife had and the one he was still playing with on the bar.
"It's the telling of those tales that keeps us alive."