Harry was at the end of a long day of paranormal investigations. Actually, it had simply been a paranoid older woman frightened of a stray cat in the alley way behind her house. She'd been convinced it was a ghost, the spirit of her dead husband haunting her because she'd sold all his prized possessions after he died. That hadn't been the case at all and as usual, by handing over a few protective symbols for her to hang up, the crisis was averted.
With some money in his pocket and that long day behind him he headed toward the bar, needing something to take the edge off. He perched on a stool and ordered the darkest ale they had, even though nothing could come as close as Mac's home brew back home, it was better than nothing. After a refreshing first drink, he noticed the woman down the bar from him, or rather, the pirate.
He chuckled and lifted his beer bottle toward her. "Yo, ho, ho." He grinned.