Chapter 2 is here! It might be a little while until the next chapter but I'll try my hardest to get one up once a week. Hope you enjoy!

*Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, but Hunter's all mine*


"River!"

His angry cry reverberated around the corridor, almost drowned out by the sounds of gun shots and the frequent explosions. She turned with a flirty smile on her face, a gun aimed at the chest of the man behind her.

"Hello Sweetie," she winked. "Nice of you to join us."

River and her captive watched as the Doctor stalked down the hallway, his coat tails flying out behind him and a menacing expression on his face. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver as he walked and pointed it at her blaster. She groaned when it sparked and the lights on it flickered and died.

"Must you ruin all the fun?"

"Must you go around shooting everybody?" he growled and she rolled her eyes.

"I hate you."

"No you don't," he retorted like usual with a smug smile on his face. "Anyway, there's more then one way to make a man talk."

The man in question looked on with a confused expression on his face. Who were these strange people? Who were they to just walk up to him and throw around seemingly empty threats? They looked like they were party-goers, one of the many people attending the ball tonight, by the way they were dressed: the flirtatious blonde woman in a long, dark blue dress that cut down to her waist at the back, and the tall, thin man in a top hat and tails. There was a dangerous shine in the man's eyes that unsettled him. He could sense that this was not a situation that he was going to get out of easily.

"So, what's your name, sir?" the Doctor asked politely as he turned his cold eyes on the mystery man. "And don't even think about lying."

He stayed silent, staring at the Doctor and River with blank eyes. The Doctor looked him up and down, did a quick scan with his sonic and nodded a few times, tapping the screwdriver on his chin.

"Well, what do you say River? Who is he?"

"I don't know sweetie. I noticed him standing in a shady spot in the corner when you were talking to Liz 10. He spoke into some sort of radio and then the explosions started. I followed him out of the ballroom and down this corridor, where I cornered him and then you stormed in."

"Yes, yes. Sounds about right. The question is though, who was he talking to?"

"Someone who wanted Liz dead? Is he an alien?"

"He's a robot. Sort of like a space cyborg made to look like a human. He can blend in to a crowd, sneak into venues, detonate bombs without anyone realising what he's doing. We're not getting any questions out of him; he's not programed to answer them."

"Then where's the person who programmed him?"

"That's what we're going to find out," the Doctor finished, twin excited smiles spreading across his and River's faces. It had been a long time since they'd had an adventure. That night was meant to be something quiet – a date – but of course, nothing ever stays quiet with the Doctor around.

They both turned back to the robot-made-to-look-like-a-human behind them and the Doctor once again whipped out his sonic screwdriver, and pointed it at the man's head, ignoring his small cry of protest. The whole face swung open, revealing an array of wires and flashing lights where skin and flesh would normally be. River walked forward, examined the inner-workings of the robot's head, and then forced her hand in between the delicate maze of wires. She felt around for a moment before pulling out a small, metal cube with several multicoloured cables trailing behind it. She held it up for her husband to see.

"This seems to be what we're looking for," River said as he took it from her hands.

"Looks like it's the device they're using to send signals to our friend here," he says, studying the little cube from different angles. River reached for the scanner in her pocket.

"Let me just see what sort of alien-tech this –," but before she could finish the Doctor brought the cube to his mouth and licked it. He suddenly screwed up his face like he'd just eaten a lemon, and attempted to wipe the foul taste off his tongue.

"That was… different," he coughed out and handed the box back to River. She laughed at him and shook her head, scanning over the cube.

"Says it's technology from a planet called –"

"Juntask 12," the Doctor finished.

"Show off," she muttered, but he just smiled smugly and continued.

"Barren place often used as a hideout for thieves or space pirates. They've got quite the roaring trade for black market weapons, jewelery, exotic animals. There's one band of theives in particular, called the Juska, who are known for not doing their own dirty work. They steal these humanoid-robots and program them to blow up buildings and kill people while the Juska swoop in and steal the valuables of the distracted victims."

"Quick and effective," River remarked, smiling flirtily. "I like them."

"Well I don't."

"That doesn't affect me."

"It will if you get in the way," he laughed and kissed her on the cheek before setting off down the hallway, his coat tails flapping in the breeze coming from the large hole in the wall.

"What are you – where are you going?" she yelled after him, then sighed in frustration when he turned the corner with a wink in her direction. River hitched up the skirt of her dress and set off after him, leaving the motionless body of the robot behind her.

After chasing after him down several corridors River finally gave up. That man could run fast. Instead, she pulled out her scanner and held it in front of her, scanning whatever place the Doctor was heading towards. It looked like a ship, most definitely the one belonging to whatever space pirates had come to raid Liz 10's palace.

River paused for a moment. She could her the faint noise of footsteps behind her, moving away from her as whoever it was made their way towards the Queen's chambers. She glanced once more at her scanner and smiled. The Doctor would be fine on his own, right? He wouldn't mind if she organised an inpromptu welcome party for the pirates.

Without really thinking anything through, River turned around and ran after the retreating footsteps of the theives, quickly kicking off her heels as she went. As she ran, she noticed the sudden eery silence. There were no gun-shots, no explosions, no screaming and yelling, and, maybe most importantly, there were no people. River encountered no one as she ran down corridor after corridor, nothing to be heard but the soles of her bare feet striking against the cold, marble floor. It made her slightly worried as her thoughts moved to the Doctor. Was he the reason the explosions had been silenced? Had he stopped them? Or had they captured him and were preparing to fly away right now, a caged Timelord ready to be sold on the black market?

River laughed and dismissed the thought as soon as it popped into her head. A caged Timelord? Or more specifically, a caged Doctor? The Doctor was like a handfull of sand; the more you try to hold on, the quicker he escapes your grip. River never worried that much about her husband's safety on their adventures, she worried more about the safety of the people that got in his way. Expecially when he was angry.

When the Doctor was angry there was almost nothing River could do. When the Doctor was angry nobody could get in his way. They'd just become another tree, swept aside by the Oncoming Storm. When he was angry, River saw in her husband's eyes the man that Kovarian had told her about. He was like fire and ice and rage. He wasn't River's clever brilliant Doctor; he was the lonely god, the destroyer of worlds.

But maybe that's why River loved him, and why he loved her. They'd both done bad things in their pasts, they'd both killed good people, they both had nightmares about the faces of their lost loved ones, and they both had flaws. River and the Doctor. They needed each other.

River rounded the corner and skidded to a halt, quickly composing herself before strolling into the Queen's chambers. It was a large, round room with a high ceiling, a glittering chandeleir hanging over the huge bed in the centre. The walls were made of a creamy sandstone, the floor a checkered pattern of white and black marble tiles. Tapestries covered almost every inch of the walls, woven with rich colours of red and gold. A glass door opened up onto a large balcony overlooking the large courtyard below, now a scene of destruction with bricks and bodies strewn around the place, flags that had previously adorned the walls fallen to the ground, draped over collapsed walls or on fire.

A messy-haired man stood with his back to her on the balcony, leaning against the railing and surveying the desolate scene below. She almost mistook him for the Doctor, he was the same height, had the same floppy, brown hair, he even stood the same way the Doctor did, but she knew it wasn't him. He wore different clothes – black dress pants, a white button-up shirt under a dark red waistcoat – but seemed to have the same sort of fashion sense, judging by the black bowtie around his neck. River cleared her throat and the man turned his stormy green eyes on her.

"How now, Doctor Song," he said as a broad grin spread across his handsome features. How this seemingly unfamiliar man knew her name, River had no idea.

"It's Professor, thankyou," she replied curtly, a flirty smile of her own spreading across her face. "Beautiful night for a theft, don't you think?"

"Apparently they thought so," the mystery man replied as he nodded to the overly luxurious bed. River noticed for the first time the bodies of three raggedly dressed men laid across the covers, face down. They looked as though they were sleeping, with no visible signs of bodily harm visible, so she presumed they were unconscious. River turned her eyes back to the man, an eyebrow raised in question.

"Stunned," he said, answering her unsaid query. She took a slow step away from him when he drew the gun from his belt, and pulled out her own. He simply laughed and tossed his weapon to her, which she caught reflexively. "I'm not going to hurt you ma'am. Wouldn't want to disappoint my old man."

"Who are you?" questioned River. "How do you know my name?"

He smirked at her in an infuriatingly Doctor-ish way and turned his back on her.

"I returned the things they stole from the Queen," he said, the wind from outside blowing his hair around his face. "I only came for them."

"What do you mean by you 'only came for them'?"

"I was paid to find them, and them only."

"What are you, some kind of assassin?"

"You could say that, I guess," he muttered. "I don't kill people though."

"You're not going to tell me your name are you?" River abruptly changed the subject, hoping to catch the strange man offguard. He gave his head a small shake and laughed.

"Nope," and once again he gave her a superior grin that she was just itching to slap off his face.

"You remind me of someone," she said. "But I seriously doubt that you are who I think you are."

"And who do you think I am, Miss Pond?"

River stiffened suddenly and stared wide eyed at the man standing before her. How did he know her name? Her real name? Was he really… could he really be…

"Well well well," said a familiar voice behind her. "What do we have here?"

She whipped around suddenly to look into the hazel eyes of her husband, and her heart rate immediately settled.

"Don't do that!" she muttered angrily, hitting the Doctor on his arm.

"Make me," he murmured lowly, his breath dancing across River's neck. The man in front of him cleared his throat and the Doctor looked up, seemingly noticing him for the first time. The mysterious man looked back with a strangely hopeful expression on his face. "Have we met?"

His expression melted away to be replaced by one of disappointment. "Apparently not."

"What do they call you?"

The man paused and then exhaled slowly before replying. "The Hunter."

"That's a cool name," the Doctor replied excitingly. "Much cooler then lame old Doctor."

"Oh, so you'll tell him when he asks," River huffed.

"I just have a more likable personality, dear," he joked and kissed her on the cheek.

"I hate you."

"No you don't," both the Doctor and the Hunter replied. They both stopped and the Doctor stared at him as he tried to avoid his gaze.

"Well, away from that subject," the Doctor muttered, still scrutinising Hunter. "Who stunned the pirates?"

"M-me," Hunter stammered and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Why?"

"I-I'm being paid big money to bring these guys to my employer. Alive, so don't you touch them."

"Do you only need these three?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Good," the Doctor ignored his question and gave him a humorless smile. Suddenly, the silence was ripped apart by the sound of another explosion, this one louder then the rest. River gasped and turned into her husband's chest as he buried his face in her curly hair. The walls rattled and a wave of heat swept over them from the still ajar balcony door. She didn't remove her face from his chest until the Doctor gave her a gentle squeeze, signalling the all-clear. Outside, almost everything was on fire. Shrapnel rained down from the sky and ashes blew into the Queen's room, giving everything a fine coating of grey dust.

"What was that?!" Hunter gasped, blinking away the green spots that danced in front of his eyes. The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at his face and his vision cleared up.

"That was the Juska's escape plan," the Doctor answered simply, the angry glint in his eye returning.

"You blew up their ship?"

"Yep."

"So they're all dead?"

"Dead or stranded. Doesn't matter. They can't hurt anyone now." Hunter looked at him with a confused and slightly fearful expression on his face.

"Why would you do that?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm tired and old, and what I saw the Juska do to innocent people made me very angry."

Hunter turned his eyes to River, staring at her like it was her fault. And suddenly, she realised it was. If she hadn't left the Doctor to his own devices and chased after the pirates, he might not have done this. She could have stopped him from killing so many people. I mean, sure they were bad people, thieves and murderers, but even they didn't deserve to die in such a way.

"Did they deserve it?" River almost whispered, looking up into her husband's cold eyes.

He didn't answer, simply looked back with his sad, old eyes as Hunter moved to check on his captives. River and the Doctor watched as the strange man pulled three pairs of handcuffs from a seemingly-too-small inside pocket of his waistcoat, and attatched them to the wrists of each of the pirates. Hunter cast a surreptitous glance at the couple, then looked away with a sad sigh. He seemed to have noticed the Doctor's uncharacteristic silence like River. Though, how the man knew that the Doctor wasn't usually quiet, River didn't know. She had a feeling Hunter was from their future, which would explain his disapointment when the Doctor didn't know him. She knew how it felt when you meet someone in the wrong order.

"D-Doctor?" Hunter asked tentatively, bringing the Doctor out of his jumbled thoughts. "Could you erm… possibly give me a lift? I've got a v-vortex manipulator but I can't really use it to take these guys with me."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow and gave a confused smile. "Why would I help you? I don't even know what you are."

"I-I told you, my name's –"

"Not who. What are you."

River raised an eyebrow at the Doctor's odd question. "Well, he looks like a human to me. A human with time-travelling technology, but a human all the same."

"Yes, he looks human, but then again so do I."

"So what do you say he is, Mr Genius?"

The Doctor ignored her sarcasm and continued to squint at Hunter, who fidgeted uncomfortably. "I feel like I should know, but… I just can't put my finger on it."

"You don't know? That's new," River smirked.

"Yeah, isn't it exciting?" her husband said giddily like a young boy discovering where his parents were hiding his Christmas presents. He then turned his gaze back to Hunter, who relaxed visibly on seeing the friendly smile playing across the Doctor's face. "I suppose we can give you a lift, Hunter my good man. Where are you heading?"

"Nebula, November 26th 8157 at about erm… 4pm?"

"Ah, Nebula." The Doctor smiled as though he was remembering fond memories. "Haven't been there in a while. Lovely planet really, though you humans aren't very creative at naming things."

"Nebula?" River questioned. "Isn't that just a big cloud of dust in space?"

"Yes, but they are also known for creating stars. They're basically big star factories that look pretty. Shows how full of themselves the humans are for naming their new planet after one."

"How exactly?" Hunter laughed at the Doctor's amusement with humans and their habits.

"Well, they're basically saying that they have a great big planet that looks pretty and everyone born there is a star," he said, smiling fondly. "You humans think you're the best race in the universe."

"Oh but we are, aren't we?" River laughed and her husband smirked at her.

"You're only half human and you're still so full of yourself."

"You love it."

"Of course I do. Probably shouldn't, but I do."

Hunter rolled his eyes and turned away from the couple, leaving them to flirt for a minute while he attended to his captives. He picked one of them up with a grunt and slung him over his shoulder in a fireman's grip, then turned to the other two with an annoyed look on his face. He unceremoniously dumped the man back onto the bed next to his comrades. This was going to take more than one trip.

"Don't worry about them, I'll go grab the TARDIS," the Doctor said after looking up from his wife.

"Maybe you should leave that to me, sweetie," she said, smiling as she straightened his bowtie. "I don't fancy waiting three months with four strange men, even with Hunter being the charm I'm sure he is."

"Hey!" he cried indignantly. "I'm not as bad as I used to be. Give me a few years and I'll be on time every time!"

"Yes, but still…"

"Fine," he grumbled. "Go get the TARDIS. We'll be right here."

"Be back soon, sweetie." River gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a curt nod to Hunter before heading back out into the hallway, the ceiling above her looking much less sturdy than before.

Hunter immediately sat down on the edge of the bed and started to fiddle with his fingers, much like the Doctor did when he was nervous. The Doctor smiled. Something about this strange man made him want to trust him, made him want to believe all the things that he had told them. Maybe it was because he reminded the Doctor so much of himself, or maybe it was the bowtie. He liked people who wore bowties.

"Who is it that you're delivering these theives to?" he asked as he plopped himself down on the large armchair by the door. Hunter looked up and shrugged.

"Just some guy. Apparently they killed his wife or something."

"How do people go about hiring you?"

"How do people get your attention?" Hunter replied simply. "I'm a wanderer. They tell some bar owner somewhere that they want to talk with me, and I go find them."

"Are you some sort of assassin?" the Doctor continued to question, honestly curious as to what this man's lifestyle was.

"Like I told River, I guess I am. I don't kill people though, my dad doesn't like violence," he added with a wry smile.

"Your dad sounds like a good man," he muttered. "Not enough people left that don't succumb to violence at any given time."

"You used to be like that," Hunter mumbled, a sad look on his face. "You always told me how much you hated violence."

"Oh, I do," he assured him, a humourless smile on his face. "Doesn't mean I don't turn to it occasionally. I'm sure you've killed a few people when you had to, doesn't matter what your dad thinks."

Hunter laughed darkly. "I try not to – I really do – but sometimes you just have to kill."

"Survival of the fittest," the Doctor replied. "Your dad probably would have told you that when you got older. It's not the best thought to be putting in a child's head."

"I'm not a child –"

"How old are you?"

"22."

"Timelords aren't even considered teenagers until they're 90."

"Well, I'm not a T-timelord, am I?" Hunter said indignantly, stumbling slightly.

"Uh-huh."

"What's with all these personal questions anyway?" he mumbled grumpily. "You only met me five minutes ago."

"Fine, how about some easier questions," the Doctor laughed. "What's your favourite colour?"

"Gold," Hunter grinned. "Yours is blue, I presume?"

"You guessed correctly. Childhood friend?"

"A deaf boy called Harvey."

"You know sign language?"

"Obviously."

"Planet of origin?"

"Earth."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hunter's vortex manipulator on his right wrist. "What century?"

"21st," Hunter answered, then noticed where the Doctor was looking. "This was a birthday present."

"Right. When is your birthday?"

"December 24th. I was born on Christman eve."

"Oh, I love Christmas! Wish my birthday was then."

"Yeah, when's your birthday, Doctor?"

"It's been so long…" he murmured, a troubled expression crossing his face. "I've forgotten."

"You forgot you own birthday?"

"When you reach my age you stop caring when you grow up."

They continued this back-and-forth for a few minutes, their questions slowly becoming stranger and more trivial.

"Favourite Mozart piece?"

"Symphony No. 40. I was there when he wrote it. Great man, though a bit scatty at times."

"Favourite time of day?"

"Afternoon. Middle name?"

"Kazran."

"I knew a man named Kazran. He had a fondness for Christmas too."

"Yes, quite the coincidence. Least favourite food?"

"Pears."

"Blondes or brunettes."

The Doctor laughed. "Blondes obviously."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the TARDIS materialising outside the door and the Doctor's favourite blonde leaned in the doorway, a saucy smile on her face.

"You boys having fun?" River said as she walked into the room and sat herself down on the Doctor's lap, her arms snaking around his neck.

"I don't think I can ever not be," he laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist, both of them once again forgetting that there was another person in the room. Hunter stood and crossed his arms.

"Are you going to help or not?" he asked, annoyed at their constant flirting.

"Of course I am, but erm… there's a large distraction sitting on me at the moment," the Doctor said, smiling brightly. River rolled her eyes and moved to disentangle herself from her husband, both of them standing up. Hunter smiled fondly at the two as the Doctor sneaked in a quick kiss on River's cheek before moving over to the three, still unconscious pirates. River shook her head in amazement as the two men picked up a pirate each and moved to the TARDIS. How two such thin, lanky men could pick up a full grown adult without any bothers, she had no idea.

She followed them into the TARDIS where they placed the theives on the floor, the Doctor turning around to pick up the other one as Hunter stopped to talk to her.

"I think I can trust you with this," River said with a smile as she handed him back his gun.

"Yeah, I haven't attempted to kill you yet so I must be trustworthy," he laughed and placed the weapon back in the holster on his belt. River studied his face for a moment, marvelling at how much his cheeky, crooked grin looked like the Doctor's.

"Are you and the Doctor related? He seems to trust you and he doesn't do that much."

"Nope, never seen him before in my life."

"That's a lie," the Doctor called from the console, randomly pressing buttons and pulling on levers.

"How do you know?" Hunter bristled indignantly, turning to look at him with his hands on his hips.

"Well, you were lying about the second part at least," he grinned back. River and Hunter stared back blankly as he looked at them, acting as though the answer was obvious. He sighed and explained slowly. "If we'd never met before, then you probably would have never been in the TARDIS. And yet here you are, in the TARDIS for the supposed first time and not even marvelling at the fact that it's bigger on the inside. Also, you said earlier that I once told you I hated violence."

"Alright, fine. You got me," Hunter sighed, raising his hands in defeat. "I'm from your future."

"Why don't I ever meet people in the right order," the Doctor muttered, more to himself then River and Hunter.

"It's because you're a time-traveller, sweetie," River laughed. "And by the looks of it, Hunter is too."

"Yeah well, you spend a couple of centuries being the only time-traveller you know and you get used to it," he replied grumpily, flicking several switches on the console. River rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs, taking a seat as Hunter shut the TARDIS doors.

"Alright, back to business. Nebula, 82nd century?" the Doctor asked him as he punched in a series of numbers. "Hold on tight!"

He pulled a lever and the TARDIS was thrown into the time vortex. Hunter grabbed onto the railing in an attempt to keep himself upright as River and the Doctor danced around the console, pressing buttons, flicking switches and pulling levers. As usual, the Doctor focused on driving while River corrected his mistakes and tried to keep them stable. There was a huge, rumbling sound like thunder and the TARDIS shook tremulously.

"What's happening?" Hunter yelled over the sound of lightning crackling outside.

"Nebula has a particularly humid climate causing it to storm a lot!" the Doctor shouted. "The extremely cold climate causes a mass build up of ice crystals in the clouds making oodles of lightning!"

"How does that make lightning?"

"Magic!" River laughed as she spun around her husband on her merry dance around the console.

"Of course it's not," he huffed. "Lightning is a discharge of the build-up of static electricity that results from friction between the water molecules in a cloud and – okay, fine. It's magic!"

The TARDIS pitched to the side dangerously, throwing Hunter into the chair behind him. There was a thunk and a groan from the captured pirates as they rolled around on the floor. Soon enough, the time machine settled, the sound of the brakes being left on assaulted their ears as the TARDIS landed. River glared at her husband and he grinned back like a naughty child caught drawing on the walls.

"Did you really have to?"

"Yep," he smiled and tapped her on the nose before running to the door. He swung it open and took a deep breath of afternoon air, a contented look on his handsome face. River joined her husband at the door and gazed in wonder at the scene in front of her.

They appeared to have landed in the middle of a wide valley surrounded by huge, snowcapped mountains that stretched high into the air above, their peaks reaching above the thick layer of clouds that blanketed the burnt orange sky. A carpet of soft blue-green grass spread out under their feet, the landscape dotted with patches of tiny purple flowers and the occasional silver-leaved tree. In the distance River could see a city skyline, shining gold and white in the lightning crackling in the sky above, soaring even higher than the mountains that surrounded it.

"Doctor," River murmured, a look of wonder on her face. "Is this Nebula?"

"Of course it is!" he replied as he ran out the door and fell down on the grass, lying on his back and staring up at the sky. "Would I take you to the wrong place? Wait no, don't answer that."

"It's so beautiful," she laughed and joined him on the soft ground, lying on her back and entwining her hand with his. As they watched the boiling clouds above them a futuristic-looking white aircraft soared through the sky over their heads.

"Look!" the Doctor raised their held hands to point at the ship heading towards the city in the distance. "Humans!"

"How many of them are here?" River asked.

"Not sure. Last time I came here the human colonies were only fifty years old with a population of about 10,000."

"Yeah, it's been a while," said Hunter as he lugged his last prisoner out of the TARDIS and dumped him on the ground. They'd started to regain consciousness, one of them attempting a getaway by crawling hastily away from Hunter. He stopped the man with a hand on the back of his collar, crouching down in front of him and staring him in the eye. "Where do you think you're going, little mate?"

He received no reply and River laughed. "He's using an old criminal technique: keep quiet and they might not think you did it."

"Well it's not working," the Doctor said as he stood up, turning back to the TARDIS parked a few metres away.

"Oh, are we leaving all ready?" River whined as her husband leant against the door frame. "We only just got here."

"We can come back another time, dear," he replied. "But first we have to go explain to Liz why half her palace has burnt to the ground. We only came to drop Hunter off."

"Well alright," she muttered as she stood and brushed herself off. "Goodbye Mr Hunter. Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Proffessor," he grinned and inclined his head politely as River moved past her husband and back into the time machine.

"You'll be fine from here?" the Doctor questioned as Hunter checked over his prisoners, hitting one over the head roughly as he tried to escape again. He looked up into the kind, hazel eyes of his old friend and smiled.

"You've done more than enough, thank you Doctor."

"I'll be seeing you again, won't I?"

Hunter smirked at him in a very River-like fashion. "Spoilers."

"I've got enough of those to last a lifetime," he grumbled but shook Hunter's hand all the same.

And with that goodbye, the Doctor walked back into the TARDIS, the door shutting behind him. Hunter stood back and raised a hand in farewell as the time machine dematerialised, the wind blowing his messy hair around his face. He turned back to the pirates, a smile still present on his face as he whipped out his gun and stunned the one trying to escape, yet again.

"You never learn, do you?"


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