Up to Snuff

Ah, the sea life. I ain't gonna say it's the good life, but it's my life. When I get into port I like to find me a good bottle of grog and some high quality snuff. Nasty habits but what's a pirate without his vices, right? So you can imagine how heartbroken I was to find out the herbalist here in town has gone and sold out of the stuff. Says his shipment got hijacked by those damned Bloodsail Raiders. I bet a fearless ‹class› like you could convince 'em to share the goods, eh?