A pair ofpirates staggered to their feet and lurched into the circle. Theassassin's eyes narrowed suspiciously, the crew he knew from the voyagewere a... hard drinking bunch and a mere few cups of wine should have hadlittle effect on them."Those hairy cunts will be nothing but burnt stubble soon enough," one ofthe two pirates shouted, his words slurred."Aye," his compatriot agreed, laughing. "And better for it too. I likesmy women as bare cunted as slavegirls."The two pirates made clumsy grabs at. "Oh, I don't think-"You cut Amy off. "That way you'll have someone you know. Someone you trust who can tell you everything is just fine and honestly, I'll have someone to help me fight off the boredom." You toss a pretend sword to Amy, who reluctantly catches it, before you yank her to her feet to fend off entropic boredom."You would do that for me?" Karen's eyes were shining as she looked up at you. You could deny her nothing. Although in truth, your motivations had nothing to do with her.. Marcy, on the other hand bore a tentative smile. Bert’s slump in his final three shots gave her renewed hope. Paul only had to do better than ‘1’. That was doable, she felt.Bert exchanged the rifle for the beer that Paul had been minding for him. He downed the last few ounces in a single gulp, then lumbered over to the target range to restore the two fallen bottles and replace the busted one with the one he’d just emptied. By some miracle, he managed to stand amidst all those glass shards he’d. ‘Hello, Mike.’ I gulped air into tortured lungs. ‘Thank you for singing my song. I really liked it.’ He stood there, stunned, for what seemed an eternity. I felt him begin to open his arms as if to envelop me in a hug, but then he stopped and shook my offered hand in both of his. ‘I never thought…. Why didn’t you tell me? How did you get here?’ The words tumbled from his mouth in quick succession. ‘I wasn’t sure I’d be able to come. I’m at a conference, we finish tomorrow. I didn’t want to.