There was blood dripping from his brow, he noticed vaguely. The cut wasn't serious, but the sticky sensation across the left side of his face, where the dried blood was making it's decent, was rather unsettling. He was more immediately concerned with his ship, Revelry, and the fact that she was most likely being scrapped for parts at this very moment. It was a thought that made his blood run cold, and his heart clench with barely suppressed rage.
When they had been overtaken by f
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