Darcy set about taking an orange juice from the glass under the bar; except they were the tiny useless bottles that probably only existed to be mixed into an individual drink, so she huffed and took a couple, mentally doing the math about her diet in her head before giving up and deciding to just write off dinner.

Lucius doesn't have the storytelling ability of Stede. And the proximity to him telling her that Stede was the pirate equivalent of a golden retriever who couldn't pirate a movie makes the references to stories she's never heard fall even flatter. Whether it's lying to save her feelings or the truth delivered in an unconvincing way, it matters little. Darcy has entered the pit, and she doesn't intend on getting out of it soon.

"You don't need to make me feel better. You said he was a shit captain. So either you're lying now, or you were lying then."