"AYE. THIS. BE. ME. INSTRUMENT. OF. DESTUCTION. AGAINST. ANY. SALTY. ABBEY. LUBBER!" He pauses as steam exhausts from him. "JOIN. ME. FOR. A. DRINK."
Goliath grabs another barrel filled with rum and orders salmagundi. He overhears the others talking about heroes and laughs,
"THERE. BE. NO. SUCH. THING. AS. A. HERO."
Goliath sees the notice the notice for the spear for sale and approaches Torald,
"THIS. BE. A. HORRID. OFFER. BUT. WILL. YE. TAKE. TEN. DOUBLOONS. FOR. NOW. AND. I. PAY. YE. BACK. LATER?"
He then eats the Greasy Sausage he was given.
I'll be looking forward to it.
I think I'm pretty decent at telling stories. If you have a general idea for something, I would be more than happy to send you a plot outline or whatever you need.
Goliath takes the Greasy Sausage but Cree leaves before he could be thanked.
"HE. BE. A. FINE. LAD."
Goliath takes his hat off in respect to Cree and will not forget him.
"ARRR! THAT. BE. THE. SMARTEST. THING. I. HEARD. ALL. DAY."
Goliath arrogantly grabs himself a large barrel filled with rum and begins chugging it like no tomorrow.
Possibly too intoxicated on rum and grog, Goliath knocks over some chairs and tables after overhearing the cliché singing joke,
"WHO. BE. SINGING. US. A. SHANTY?"
Goliath releases steam and laughs,
"ME. MEMORY. AIN'T. ALL. THAT. GREAT... I. THINK. IT. BE. THIS. BRAIN. GEL... I. USED. TO. BE. A. BUCCANEER. HAD. ME. OWN. SHIP. HAD. ME. A. FINE. CREW. MADE. A. LOT. OF. COIN. LIFE. WAS. PERFECT." He pauses briefly. "MET. ME. A. FINE. LASS. BARING. ME. CHILD." He pauses much longer now making it very evident that he had met his soft spot. "LAST. I. KNOW. I. CAME. TO. IN. SOME. SORT. OF. WORKSHOP. WITH. ME. NEW. BODY... BLESSING. OR. CURSE?"
Barely fazed by the door being knocked down, Goliath looks back and takes note of the man's sarcastic remarks,
"I. THINK. WE. WILL. GET. ALONG. JUST. FINE."
"PREPARE. YERSELF. LANDLUBBER." The noises of gears and other mechanical bits could be heard as if they have not been oiled in years. "I. DON'T. REMEMBER. A. WHOLE. LOT. ABOUT. ME. PAST. BUT. I. REMEMBER. THAT. I. WAS. NOT. ALWAYS. AN. AUTOMATON. I. USED. TO. BE. A. MAN. LOOK."
Goliath dislodges his head to reveal a small glass case filled with some sort of magical jelly and a brain.
"I. CAN'T. REMEMBER. MUCH. HOPEFULLY. I. REMEMBER. MORE."
Goliath looks down at the really old man who seems to have a fire sale on his goods. Goliath's red lights begin to glow much brighter than before,
"AYE. I. SEE. YE. HAVE. A. STRATEGIST'S. SHAKO. AND. RAW. MEAT." He pauses. "WOULD. YE. BE. INTERESTED. IN. SELLING. THOSE. LATER? I. DON'T. HAVE. MUCH. COIN."
Goliath recognizes the man's sarcasm but simply does not care,
"AYE. IT. BE. A. LONG. TALE... CARE. TO. HEAR?"
He grabs some more grog to drink while waiting for a response.
Goliath simply laughs loud and deeply at the response of the red-bearded man,
"YE. BE. SPLICING. THE. MAIN. BRACE." He pauses. "AYELY. YE. CAN. PARTAKE. IN. A. LITTLE. SCUTTLEBUTT."
The dowdy appearance of the tall ginger man caught Goliath's eye. The sight of his wide-brimmed hat and long coat reminded him of his old swashbuckling past... before his transformation. Goliath staggers on over to man and speaks,
"WHAT. BE. YER. STORY?"