Oct 27, 2019
Toño stands up from the dead body, throwing a bag of coins over his shoulder and a new gold chain dangling off his fingers.
“Go on, then.” He addresses the spectator. “Speak your mind.”
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Toño stands up from the dead body, throwing a bag of coins over his shoulder and a new gold chain dangling off his fingers.
“Go on, then.” He addresses the spectator. “Speak your mind.”
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“Are there really bar fights every night? I feel like I get elbowed everywhere I go. It’s a wonder I haven’t caught a bottle to the head.”
Agnes had been in port for little over three weeks now. It wasn’t the longest time to be on land, but it was long enough for them. They were beginning to get restless in a way that only the sea could soothe. In the meantime, all they had to resort to was the cheap, quick thrills that only the tavern could provide. They had never been one to respect boundaries, and as soon as they had a drink in hand, they crossed to the nearest table, taking a seat, despite the fact it was already occupied. “You don’t mind, do you?” they asked the occupant with a goodnatured grin, not particularly caring if they did.
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“What can I get for ya? We have rum . . . lots of rum.”