Duel in the holds.
I saw Smith head down into the holds, an’ I figured it would be fitting to make sure that he didn’t get into too much trouble, so I followed ‘em down, keeping a good distance. He was lookin’ around the holds, an’ I saw him come by a crate with my goodies in it. Being the right nice sort that I am, I told him to leave off my goods before I clubbed ‘em in the head, but that was a mistake, ‘cause he’s a dirty quick snake and gave me better than I got.
I’m headed back to the Crew’s Quarters to sleep it off, an’ I hope my locks in the hold are good.
smith:
Ha! You’ll miss those teeth, I wager!
Shoulda minded yer own business! But you’ve got some spirit in ye, so I’ll leave your crate alone. Can’t break the lock, anyhow.