Riveting tale, Chap

[Yaoquizque]

Logan breathed in... A satisfied grin appearing on his face.
He was quite in his element here...
Moreover... It gave him some holidays.. With that bloody brat inside his ship.

Logan wasn't planning to come back until he would see some friends, sell his cargo and most probably end up drunk in some traditional bar they had here.
What was that alcohol they were drinking here? Seekie? Something like that.

Ah yes... Some drinks couldn't hurt.
And a good cigar too.

He put his hand on his left pocket with satisfaction, taking his packet of cigarettes.
Smocking one became nearly impossible with that brat throwing water at him when she saw him doing so... and a lot of others vicissitudes.
But she wasn't there...

Putting a finger on the packet to grab a cigarette, something suddenly crashed his finger, making him shout in pain.
A few passer-by looked at this old man waving his hand to release his finger from the packet of cigarettes, raising an eyebrow in confusion or frowning, in view of that blatant lack of self-control.
There was what could be seen as an home made rat trap in the packet... And of course no cigarettes...

He cursed and looked around, trying to locate a tobacconist's...

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