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Damion was tired from last night and he was hungover. Someone knocked on his door. "Ah," He said holding his forehead. A colonial soldier barged into the private study with his pistol drawn. Damion acted fast and grabbed his harpoon shooting his hook into the skull of the soldier. The soldier lied dead on his floor so Damion ran out on the deck of the ship shouting orders for the cannons to be fired.

After about an hour of fighting for there ship the crew could breath a sigh of relief. "Set course for the mainland," He ordered and the crew sprang into action turning the sails and the rudder. Damion went back into his study to find the dead sailor lying on his floor. He grabbed the corpse by the collar of his coat and threw him of the side of the ship. "I need a vacation," He said under his breath.