Frits and Piet still sat waiting in the van with Eyvor, the woman was through her bottle of brandy and her head swiveled happily.
"I don't understand, usually I'd go through much more alcohol than this but I'm wasted after one bottle" she said.
"Must be because you were out of action so long, if I'm not mistaken the days of pirates was around the fifteen hundred era, and this is the year two thousand and eight" Frits said.
"Oh- don't remind me it makes me feel old" She said leaning her head back and clasped her eyes.
"She sure doesn't look like a five hundred year old woman" Piet said and she glared at him.
"I said don't say it" she hissed but Frits laughed.
"Excuse him, I can't believe he figured out it was around five hundred years in the first place, usually he's a little slow in that department"
