He could have just crossed the bridge. But that would be so boring and following the crowd. No one could ever accuse him of that. Especially as he pulled the Jolly Roger into the port his crew yelling and causing chaos behind him. “No red carpet? No applause?!” A hand rushed to his chest, as if he had been shot. “I’m wounded, my heart might be breaking here.” Pausing for a moment it suddenly dawned on him that he wasn’t actually getting any attention. “Hello? Anybody home?”

























