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Feverishly applying the remaining amount of extra strength sunblock he had left, Bloodbeard’s skin was sore from his forced skirmishes with the sunlight. Although he made it a point to cover up most of his body when he was out in the sun, he also forced himself to make appearances during the daytime as to not draw any unwanted attention to himself from his crew of humans.
Outside, on the bow of the deck, was Clint, fishing as usual. On the roof of the cabin sat Jesse and Bruce, arguing as usual. Duke remained inside the cabin, navigating.
“You can’t play that card.” Bruce said. “My turn wasn’t over yet.”
“Tell it to the judge.” Jesse said, mocking Bruce.
“I wasn’t done yet.” Bruce continued. “You’re nothing but a no good cheat.”
“Careful where you throw that word around, partner.”
