Even now, as his ship was being slowly pelted to death by long-ranged batteries, he stood before the explosions, staring in the space, muttering, “No… no… Not gurro do dat…” He seemed to have little concern or even comprehension of the mortal danger he, and his boyz were in. If it weren’t for the fact that he was so lucky, that would probably spark mutiny in the crew, but not just yet.

“Kaptain! Da towa just got hit! Its gone!” Shouted Studgrim, who had, in absence of the freebooter leader’s normal retinue, had served as a replacement since saving Zed on Forasev. Things were getting dicey.