The Swaggers was dimly lit as the world outside was under the darkness of nightfall.
The place was empty, all but for one person sat in the corner with his back to the wall, his head tilted back as he looked around the room.
He had a look on his face, a thoughtful look, one of a man trying to remember something that just isn't there to remember.
As he lifted a bottle of rum to his lips, he took a long swig followed by a loud grunt.
"Whut th'fuck am I gunna do.." he said to himself, closing his eyes.
For today, he had been told something that could very well change not only his life, but that of others...

As he sat in the corner, he began to question himself out loud, hoping that something would become clear and help make his decision with what to do.
Where is it that his loyalty lies..

Kiran....Becca...Swaggers....

....Angel..

He had to talk to someone about it, to find out if he was doing the right thing.
But who, if this got out to the wrong person, then all hell would break loose.
He had to tell someone, anyone.
This was doing his head in.

He got to his feet, leaving the bottle of rum on the table.
Blowing out all the candles, he slowly made his way upstairs to bed.
He'd think more on it in the morning, hopefully theres no rush.
Either way though he needs to tell someone, but how would they react when they find out...

She's back..

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Pirate