James couldn't hear what the man was talking about, but he didn't care. He couldn't judge by the old man's expressions, so he tried to reply to the question that the woman asked before.
"What are we drinking anyway?"
Everclear. As far as I know. Before he could continue, he got a message on his PDA.
The living cargo is loaded. We are ready to go sir.
He put the PDA back into his pocket, without replying to the message. He was sure that this trade run could wait a few hours. The slaves wont escape, as they are tied in the cargo hold. Where was I? Sorry I didn't catch your name.He couldn't even remember whether he have asked it before. Anyways, my name is James Green, Captain of the Counterfeit Coin. I am sure we haven't met. At least I hope. He took a sip from his drink. The alcohol burned his throat, but his expressions didn't changed. He got used to these kind of drinks.
// The post might not fit perfectly into the story, but I got ninja'd
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