CAPTAIN CASABLANCA
Ritaline held an umbrella in her right hand, and held the other arms round that of Collins, holding on one other, like a couple, as the rest pirates watched leave jealously.
There were eight mugs lying on the table, where Captain Casablanca, Thomas and Zealot. Thomas and Zealot was both drunk, talking sluggishly, but Captain Casablanca remained cautioned.
‘Are you drunk, Zealot?’ Thomas asked.
“Me, hell no. I can’t be drunk.’ He belched. ‘There is a great wonder I am seeing in this room. Can you believe there is a star, here?’ He laughed.
Thomas laughed, ‘What, a star in this room? No, no way. What I’m seeing is a moon.’ He staggered to his feet. ‘Captain, what do you think is that?’ He aske
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