IT WAS CORK!

[Millan]

It was a dark night on Cork, the sound of the pubs from the nearby street was loud, but vague.
Mollies and their conquered home - all that’s there is just the basic necessities.

McMillan's wife, a young lass in her twenties, was standing near the door of their house. It was built from simple materials,
like any house on this so called street, yet it felt special, unique some would say.
I, however, called it "home". The place I could rest after a long day setting ambushes for the corsairs,
though most of the time me and my gang just caught the occasional lost trader,

Those tend to leave empty *he laughed softly*

As I walked into me house, and kissed me lass a good welcome home again,
she told me to sit down. So being a good husband I sat myself down, her with a soft smile hiding on 'r face, looking straight into me eyes,

I'm pregnant! she said

It was a shock, though surprisingly I was happy as well. My thoughts, on the other hand,
were suddenly everywhere. What to name it? How can we raise it here in eire's name?

She softly tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, it will be okay, and while she said this
she kissed me on the forehead and went to the kitchen to prepare some food for the three of us...

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- IT WAS CORK! -