*Finn*
Ben and me sneak into the sleeping quarters, making sure not to wake anyone up. Ben has been smart, bringing out a couple of bottles of rum in the evening, making sure the crew is sleeping soundly tonight, not noticing the change of course he made or us sneaking into room.
I slowly walk up to Scars, he has gotten the nickname due to him having had small pod as a kid. He survived but it left his face severely scarred. I actually don't like hurting people and definitely not killing them, but sometimes there is no choice.. sometimes it just has to be done.
Looking up a Ben, who is standing by Limpy’s sleeping form, he nods, telling me he is ready to do what is needed. And as if we practise it, I clamp a hand over the man in front of me’s nose and mouth, preventing him from screaming
