Chapitre 65: Blood Oaths with Swashbucklers, Part 1

I wanted the Crimson Corsairs to roll out ASAP, but I'd forgotten that Red Beard was a stubborn bastard. According to him, "You never start negotiations on an empty mug," which I knew was just an excuse to get us to drink with him while he shared an old war story or two with Liara.

"See, we're knee-deep in blood and guts when out of nowhere this orc comes in from my blindside swinging a jagged ax right at my neck. Would have cut my head off too if this tiny little boy fresh from sucking on his mother's tits"—he looked over to me and grinned—"you were like ten around then, weren't you, Will?"

"Thirteen… and I wasn't tiny," I grumbled.

No, I didn't mind him telling her this story because it was about me saving his life, thereby putting me in a good light. I did mind that he'd wasted nearly five minutes telling it though. But I knew better than to rush an OG Dragon Flail member. These people tended to move at their own pace.