[He nods.] She was a good kid. She just didn't know what she was getting herself into.

[He ends up with another drink in his hand. Apparently the bartender didn't get the memo that the previous one was supposed to be his last. So he waves off the guy, telling him he's had enough, but finishes the glass he was handed anyways.]

So I'm beating the crap out of this giant fish lady, take care of her, save the kid, then we're standing in this chamber full of jars. That's when she tells me the old witch is getting her power from the souls of drowned sailors. But because the witch is dead, they start to crack open.

[He makes a vague gesture with his flesh-and-blood hand.] Birds. The souls of those sailors flying up like a flock of white birds.