As luck would, or wouldn't have it I suppose, we ran out of drink early on in our voyage and Somnuk had taken to drinking whatever he could get his hands on. I had not yet acclimatised to the constant lull and lurch of being on deck all day long and I feared if we did not stop soon for supplies that it would not be long until Somnuk jumped ship.
The Colonel strongly heeded that Port Descansa Paradiso would be the best place for us to throw the anchor. I didn't really know any better, seeing as he was the map man, so we tacked one last time and headed ashore. Not five minutes had we put our feet down on land, and Somnuk had found a watering hole. It was a seedy place, a seedy place indeed. I believe it was called the Bonasera.
The Colonel tied Derf up outside, much to Derf's chagrin, and we took our seats. The sun had set hours ago and the evening was upon us. A fine femme fatale by the name of Magdalena had made our acquaintance and one thing led to another and before we knew it, we had one more to add to our crew. This young lady had several rather unsavoury talents, talents that would not become apparent until a while after we had left the port, but she was a good addition to our crew. So far she had wowed us with her ability to clap her flat feet, and when she did so she mildly resembled a seal, and we figured we had nothing to lose by bringing her along.
As the sun came up, we realized we'd slept on the beach and all walked a little worse because of it. It was time to stock up and get the hell out of there.
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