The legend goes that a woman who is not a woman will wear the pirates out so they become easy prey for the venom of the Karkaren and fade into histor...!” Handing me his book open onto the page of the prophecy. Scanning the page “I don’t get it who is a woman who is not a woman?”“Well Ed that is what has never been expounded upon!” getting up “Can i offer you a bottle?”“No thanks!’ checking my wrist chrono noting that is been almost two hours since I shut Susan down. "Got what I need, now I’ve. My mother had to take care of my older brother Joshua and younger sister Aiyanna. Our father, Brad Peterson, left her after a rocky marriage because the Muskogee nation couldn't take my mother marrying an Anglo man. He was irresponsible, and didn't care much for us kids anyhow.My father left when I was seventeen, he was a heavy smoker, alcoholic, and domestic abuser. It would pain me to see the welts upon my mother's face and body after he had stormed out of the trailer to visit the local bar. We talked and joked all the way home, separating when we reached the station in Huntington. Harrison and Nadia thanked me for dinner; I thanked them for the tickets which were much more expensive than dinner even though the firm had paid for them.Rosie was still ecstatic on the short drive home. She held the plastic cube with her autographed ball to her chest, placing it in the center of the triple dresser she had commandeered in the bedroom. We undressed each other slowly, taking plenty of. “Dominican Republic? I don’t know.”“Okay, yes, good choice I agree, let’s pick a port, and then plot the route. How is your chest feeling?”“Better, thanks.”“Good, that was a close call. So, would you plot us a course? You are rather good with such things I think.”“Oh ... okay. Should we go to the north side or the south?”“How about Puerto Plata, on the north coast?”“Good idea,” Zara agreed, “then once we’ve got satnav and Internet we can go on to Antigua and sort out bank accounts.”Down in the.