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52Fortesque"s journey from the saloon to the main deck was completed with greater ease than his incursion. Also, it was very relaxing. He was dreamy, experiencing a transcendental state, wavering between the here and nothingness. His vision fluttered like an old movie projector; his hearing was inundated by a high-pitched whine. His tongue felt swollen in his mouth, scraping against wobbly teeth; his jaw felt as if it had come loose.
All of this was because Dragon"s boulder-like fist had pummelled into the side of his face.
Stars imploded upon themselves spectacularly, flashing into brilliance, compressing to blackholes before his eyes. Dragon hefted Fortesque’s limp body, effortlessly slung him over a shoulder and followed Jeremiah Smith.
The cool breeze whistling in from the Atlan
