"The officers and such had uniforms, sure. The lower-downs wore whatever they could find and got stone drunk every time they went ashore and bothered every woman they laid eyes on." He pointed to Fergus' beer so the bartender would pull him one; he didn't much care what he was drinking. "But I guess pirates aren't so different. And even men of taste can forget to do the laundry on time, you know." He ran his hand through his hair, though it was already pretty well messed-up, and watched his glass fill. "I'd meant to do it yesterday, but ... you know. Been busy?"