The men not know I can run fast, almost as fast as fast runner. It fun to chase them. They are my friend and not run away when I come by myself. The y...ung ones let me touch sometimes." We will have to see about catching some more. It will make our work easier and more fun" I noted a look of excitement on Miya. Yes I think we'll find more. She was definitely too tall and heavy to ride, so I knew we'd have to have her walk to camp. I decided I'd walk with her, to keep her company. I enjoyed being. As it was closing time, however, the owner of the fish shop insisted I stay for a few beers, which I did. After three beers, I made my way home mentally preparing for the dinner ordeal that lay ahead. Somewhat apprehensively, I arrived at Barret’s home as instructed. Again, the smell of cigarettes and body odour assailed my nostrils. Barret was wearing one of his splattered t-shirts, which looked like a culinary tribute to Jackson Pollock.In fairness to him, he really cooked well and the dish. This was big news. She always loved her job and I figured she would work for quite a while longer. Nevertheless, she was 69 years old. She still was alone and really had no man in her life. I wondered what she would do in retirement. Nevertheless, I also knew that she was good friends with probably 20 to 30 women within her town. There was no doubt she would keep busy.There was something different about this afternoon. The conversation was flowing. I was enjoying every minute of it. I parked my. .. are you thinking what I'm thinking?"She nodded. "Yeah, it's definitely a trap- but there's not much we can about it, is there?"He nodded in agreement, leading the large group towards the lift."Guys, listen up," he began, quieting them, "maybe sixteen of us can go up at a time, give or take. En route to the brig, I discovered from one of those Ghaleran guards that the Acer One is moored at level three, primary docking area. We're going to retake the ship. I expect this to be a trap, so be on.