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As we got on to the boat, we separated to go to our rooms. We put our stuff in the rooms.
I kept my gun bag; you never know when you need it really. As I went to get a drink, I saw Jonathan playing poker with a couple of Americans by the looks of it.
I stepped up getting a whiskey, I can hear them talking. "Quit playin' with your glasses and cut the deck, Burns." A man cleaning his glasses, who might be Burns, "Without my glasses I can't see the deck to cut it, Dave."
I saw my brother coming through the door with his bags. Clearly Jonathan has seen him too. "O'Connell, sit down. We could use another player." I walked up towards them, stood by him. Jonathan saw me give me a smile. "Ah hello Alice." "Hello Jonathan. Also he only gambles with his life, never his money. Same with me."
The one that might be Dave looks up while sorting out the cards, "Never? What if I was to bet you $500 we get to Hamunaptra before you?"
Me and Rick looks confused, "You're looking for Hamunaptra?" Rick asked. The blonde one confidently "Damn straight we are."
Getting a bit annoyed, I ask "And who says we are?" Dave and Burns points at Jonathan at the same time say "He does." At least he looks a bit sheepish, "Well –"
Dave speaks up again, "Well, how 'bout it? Is it a bet?" Me and Rick look at each other and grin and say at the same time "All right, you're on."
All of a sudden a new voice jumps into the conversation, a man with a fez and a one eye glasses. "What makes you so confident, sir, and ma'am?" We look up at him; Rick asks "What makes you?"
The blonde guy says looking up at us, "We got us a man who's actually been there."
"Oh, what a coincidence because the O'Connell's –" Jonathan had to open his mouth, so a typical Rick move he wacked him on the back of the head of his gun bag. He understood changed the conversation quickly, "Whose play is it? Is it – is it my play? I thought –"
Rick looked back at the men, "Gentlemen, we got us a wager. Good evening Jonathan" Rick had his hand on Jonathan's shoulder. I could hear the clicks in neck, could tell it hurt. He went off. I looked at Jonathan "Goodnight Jonathan, don't do anything stupid." He looked at us while waving "Good night."