“We have to get out of here now!”

“Are you out of your fucking gourd? We’ve got some holy people or something to rescue. Here, I’ll get her.”

“Don’t you touch her.”

Sadie’s got the look of death on her face and suddenly I’m not feeling so good about this mission any more. Of course, I’m a man, so I’ll never admit that. Instead I try to ease the situation a little. I open my mouth to utter some words of consolation and Amelie just stands up and points in the opposite direction of where we are supposed to go.

“Gimli? You there?”
“Captain, I’m trying to keep this...ship...afloat. You know that...”
“Never mind.”
“Amelie, you sure?"

And she nods and just like that we are scrapping our plan and flying blind. Now, don’t get all thinking that I’m soft because I listened to a pretty girl, it’s just that when Amelie talks you listen. She knows stuff, sees stuff. She’s our very own Class 3 clairvoy... ah, hell. Another gunfight.

“Okay, those guys are out of the way. Now, can you tell me where we’re going? I feel like a...”
“She says that the other way is a trap. The “nuns” aren’t actually in the holding area. They’re in the cargo hold.”
“Those bastards, treating holy people like they’re no more than cargo. I’ll show them a thing or two.”
“Actually, they’re there because...”
Sorry, Sadie, but we don’t have time for explanations, I trust her judgement. When Amelie speaks, you listen.”
“Let’s go bust some pirate heads!”

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