people dying aint your fault or anything. lots of people die alone all the time cant see why its your job to find them. horrors. wouldnt you like to know. ill tell you one thing only. i met my partner jack when i was 13 after he slit my husbands throat for slapping me around in a tavern and laughing about it. and i didnt know whether to thank him or run before i became a wench in debt to a new prick with a agenda.
saved my crew mates by letting a man one and a half times my size and three times my weight throw me around the hold of a ship with a sledgehammer to snatch his keys after he killed two other men before me.
usually if a man raises his hand to me he loses it.
whats a shot. is it more or less than a cup. i wont turn down an offer like that at a bar. where is it we buy the whisky anyway. im almost out and i assume they dont come in shipments like they do on nasssau.