Bob chuckled, "It's apple juice mixed with harsh ale and a spice cider. As for my job? I happen to be a pirate. It's a very piratical job. I do a little of this and that when not a pirate. Honestly not much else to do around here. Hoping to buy myself an airship one day." He stared dreamily into the distance, "That would be the day, Owner of a ship, sailing the skies. What I would give for that."
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
