So... If someone were to hypothetically swallow some... Oh, I don't know, supposedly 'magic' beans, what might be the result of that?

[The first words are muffled. A drunken slur, words blurring together. It takes awhile for any incoherence to form. Several tries later, after a few murmurings of 'kraken' and 'mutiny', Jack's groggy voice speaks]

It would seem this still, much to my greatest of displeasures, is not a dream. But! I will say it is a much better dream than those I've been having! Ah. ...Not-dream, that is.

[there's a slosh of liquid, and Jack 'hmmms' to himself, then makes a disgusted sound]

Jenet darlin', fancy a drink or two soon? I'll be making my way to the Cheap Prayer in awhile, I believe. 

Anyone who wants to join in is fine with me, as long as they are interesting individuals and have pertinent information on just what this Paixao is.

First round of drinks might be on me, since the lad I...borrowed the money from seems to be rather well-off.