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The successive gun blasts drew the drunk’s attention from his shadow fight to the large man they called the Enforcer. Past him, Otter recognized, was the fabled captain of the Blue Betty. Otter threw his bottle to the ground and stomped his way toward the man. The drunk brushed past the armored gunman and grabbed Aaron by the scruff of his collar.
“Who do you think you are showing up after all this time, Cap’n? I should kill you.” Otter met Aaron’s eye and reflected years of alcohol-burdened emotion through them. “How could you just leave me and Betty? Cap’n… ” Otter’s grasp around the ship’s captain weakened. “Cap’n, I’m not leaving Betty again.”
His head was spinning; the world was spinning. The emotion and booze was too much. He could feel it force its way up from his stomach and onto the captain’s boots. Otter brushed the remaining contents of his stomach dribbling from his mouth onto his sleeve. “We can wash that out,” Otter said regrettably. "I know a guy."
“Who do you think you are showing up after all this time, Cap’n? I should kill you.” Otter met Aaron’s eye and reflected years of alcohol-burdened emotion through them. “How could you just leave me and Betty? Cap’n… ” Otter’s grasp around the ship’s captain weakened. “Cap’n, I’m not leaving Betty again.”
His head was spinning; the world was spinning. The emotion and booze was too much. He could feel it force its way up from his stomach and onto the captain’s boots. Otter brushed the remaining contents of his stomach dribbling from his mouth onto his sleeve. “We can wash that out,” Otter said regrettably. "I know a guy."