To catch a thief
@moonlitmagicmelody
The first thing the disgraced former Commodore realized, aside from the pounding hangover throbbing in his head from all the cheap water downed rum he had consumed, was the fact he was some place very warm..and very dry.
Dry? in the Caribbean?
Bloodshot green eyes snapped open and blurry gaze brought what he could only perceive as a dream. For he did not recognize where he was nor had he seen a place anything like this. He groaned.. “ Perhaps rum wasn’t the only thing in my glass.. “ he grunted out, not believing his eyes.
But what had happened? He could not recall that. He had been far too intoxicated to recall, yet it had been some kind of light that lured him forth. And that was his last coherent thought.
At least he was awake now.