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On the floor motionless. The stormy night never seemed to stop and neither did the drinking that afternoon. A light shined through the window onto the man's face he awoke with a groan that could wake up neighborhoods. He was not with any women, he was not with any friends there on the floor, he was by himself. Short memories flooded the man's head as he laid there, memories that he sought to drown out in the previous night. Not a word came from the Santigo's mouth as he stood walked through the empty mugs and bottles scattered on the pub's floor. He opened the door to the storage of the Rose and Crown, where they held all of their booze. He reached yet again for another rum bottle and pulled the cork, and asked himself the words he's been asking himself for years 'What am I doing. Here.' and the more he thought about it, the more he rationalized and told himself lies. He came here to provide for his child, to have him lead as an example instead of ending up as pirates like him and the older generation of the Santigo family. Truth be told, Euan never cared for his son before. Never once did he think of his son out at sea, why should he now? It was the phrase that has been running through the pirate's brain for years 'Are you going soft, Santigo' and he never came up with a clear answer. Not until yesterday. Now he had new a new determination, to never stop being himself even if it was the death of him. So he took another swig.
