Hector simply stares at him a moment, almost imperceptible and dry smile ticking one corner of his mouth upward ever so slightly, dried blood still there on one side of his face from the battle with Jones, all while he waits on Jack to grace him with his presence (he's about this close to finding said pirate and dragging him out by those ridiculous beads from whatever whorehouse he's probably tucked himself away in, honestly), and here, in this tavern. In this town. Right here. Comes some upstart with a claim like that and-
"Two hundred years." He makes a face, as though he's mulling that thought over. "Impressive. But seein' as I've never heard of you, I doubt it. Run along, child, the adults are working."
And with that, he gives an imperious, dismissive wave of his free hand.
Two hundred years indeed. Given everything, he's fairly sure he'd have heard something if any such fool nonsense was true.
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Hector simply stares at him a moment, almost imperceptible and dry smile ticking one corner of his mouth upward ever so slightly, dried blood still there on one side of his face from the battle with Jones, all while he waits on Jack to grace him with his presence (he's about this close to finding said pirate and dragging him out by those ridiculous beads from whatever whorehouse he's probably tucked himself away in, honestly), and here, in this tavern. In this town. Right here. Comes some upstart with a claim like that and-
"Two hundred years." He makes a face, as though he's mulling that thought over. "Impressive. But seein' as I've never heard of you, I doubt it. Run along, child, the adults are working."
And with that, he gives an imperious, dismissive wave of his free hand.
Two hundred years indeed. Given everything, he's fairly sure he'd have heard something if any such fool nonsense was true.