[He takes another gulp of his whisky, coughing a bit as a choked sob causes some of it to go down the wrong pipe.]

Well then clearly there's somethin' about ye tha's be'er than me. Somethin' that makes 'em give ye a second chance.

[He crosses his arms and puts his head down on top of them.]

I donnae have it though. [He gives a bitter chuckle.] Maybe it's why Goldie sold me to pirates an' left me in the ice an' e'erythin' else.