I'm feeling a sudden urge
to duel to find out if someone's lying to me.
*it's hot today...far, far too hot, and the captain is more scratchy-tempered and irritable than usual, pacing about without either shirt or hook on*
Miss Sasha seems to have
fallen foul of life. I trust she will recover well.
It's always useful when
someone owes me a favour. It's wise to be owed a favour, but doubly so to think carefully about calling it in.
Children are filthy: nothing new, but it feels good to have one's theories validated. *he gives a slight, quirked smile* I think I won that one.
*he pauses in his pacing and wonders if
Ali is feeling any better. He always regrets any attempt on his part to console a woman, mainly because he feels he handles such situations so very poorly*