The Buccaneers Bay

[Arthur_Dent]

Calico Jack slid himself onto a stool at the bar and asked Charles for a pint of ale
it had not been a good day, he'd had more troubles with the useless piece of outcast junk that called itself a scimitar, now parked in the landing bay. One of the landing gear legs had given way just at the point of touchdown, tearing a huge hole in the starboard fuel nacelle. luckily it had not caught fire, although Jack had wished at the time that it had. The damn thing was underpowered and woefully out-gunned by pretty much everything he'd come up against so far, Traders had passed on his kind offers of letting them pass for a modest fee and instead opened fire without so much as a by-your-leave! Still, he'd not left the fight without blasting a few holes in their hull, so as maybe they'll think twice about it next time.

"Today's troubles will be yesterday's news tomorrow" Jack murmured to himself as Charles slid the pint over to him, slopping froth onto the bar. "one for yourself Charles and whatever John drinks" he said, nodding to the burly doorman, hopefully a few friends might improve his fortunes, or at least help drown his sorrows if not!

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"I went to Galifrei next week"