The Buccaneers Bay

[jammi]

John wandered out of a back room with a bottle of pills in his hand. Whatever they were they'd taken the cramp and pain right out of his leg. He'd got them off a junker who'd claimed it was 'patent medicine' or something. That'd been on the landing deck after coming in from his last sortie. He'd been told not to mix the pills with alcohol, but why the hell not? What didn't kill him could only make him stronger. Charles quickly transformed some of the weight in John's wallet into booze. Not that it would be physically possible to completely squander his wealth on drink - he'd probably get a tenth of the way through before going into terminal liver failure - maybe less than that.

Peering through the smoke he could see the Captain was still interrogating Catalina at the other side of the bar surface, Ambrose seemingly comatose next to them (with that damned monkey thing skittering around on the floor next to them) and a huddle of Prospects were watching some sort of game on a view screen set into the wall. With an evil grin partly influenced by the cocktail of drugs he'd just pumped through his system, he wandered over and set them to various duties involving cleaning all the bar's toilets with their own tooth brushes. Just as well the unhygienic gits rarely used them.

Moving over to a well lit alcove he scrutinised a number of brass plates that had been fixed to the walls, one for each Buccaneer above the status of Prospect currently piloting a ship. He slipped a small utility knife out of his pocket, and etched on a few more strokes to his tally with a somewhat shaky hand. Each stroke represented a confirmed kill. There hadn't been many traders paying that day.

John drained the last of his pint, when it really hit him that he shouldn't have mixed booze with those pills. He just about had time to roar "Buccaneer's is best!" to the bar in general before crumpling to the floor. After a moment or two he started loudly snoring. Upon this outburst, the Catalina snapped her head around to stare at the now unconscious Lieutenant. She hadn't expected to hear that here.

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