[Julian waves the comment away with the movement of one long hand, though he's already reaching for the gin once poured, knocks a good slug of it back, before rising to his feet. The movement is unsteady (perhaps his unreasonable height, after all, doesn't help), and there's a creep of blackness around the edges of his vision, a vague spinning sensation that makes him laugh as he puts out a hand to steady himself against the arm of the seat.

But he's clearing his throat, and after a moment, starts to sing.]


I thought I heard the skipper say,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
To-morrow you will get your pay,
It's time for us to leave her.

The work was hard, the voyage was long,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
The seas were high, the gales were strong,
It's time for us to leave her.

The food was bad, the wages low,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
But now ashore again we'll go,
It's time for us to leave her.

The sails are furled, our work is done,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
And now on shore we'll have our fun,
It's time for us to leave her.

[As promised, his voice is neither bad nor good, just passable, made slightly worse than it could be by the steady mashing together of his words. At the very least, it gives it an authentic ring-- pirates do mostly tend to be drunk, after all. He bows with a flourish as he finishes...though it's this, in the end, that undoes him. That darkening dizziness comes over him in a sudden wave as he tries to straighten up, and he ends up tripping backwards, falling flat on his ass rather than making it back into the seat.

There's a moment of silence from him, and then he starts to laugh.]