Capt. Osus knew that the pirates would do that anyway, so he immediately refused. An order was given on board the pirate vessel, and a man stood up an... began to swing a sling shot. Before he was able to get the sling up to speed, Capt. Osus drew his pistol and shot the slinger dead. Several crewmen on The Venus' Joy tossed some hand grenades into the pirate boat and the confrontation was over as the pirates sank beneath the waves. As usual with sailors, they couldn't swim, so every man on board. "It isn't cruel," he disagreed. "I've enjoyed it. Let me put this into a wine frame of reference. When a taster drinks a fine wine, he opens the bottle, and examines the cork. He pours the wine into a glass slowly and swirls it to examine the body of the wine. He'll then bring the glass to his nose and take in the bouquet of the wine. He takes a small sip, holds it on the center of his cupped tongue and breathes in through his mouth slowly to draw the taste across his tongue to get the whole. . We can get a postcard or something. Berlin is so much cooler to me!’ They continued chattering away about the vacation until they had finished their meal which arrived quite soon after the order was placed. After the bill was paid they walked to the station and sat holding one another until the train arrived, they broke the embrace just long enough to get on board and get their things settled. After getting all their belongings safely put away they laid in the sleeper car together and just. The musicians legs began to tremble as his arm action became jerky and sporadic. He could feel his toes trying to curl against the floor boards of his loft apartment as his butt cheeks clenched tight, his hips beginning to strain forward. His breath was catching in his chest, the feeling tight and close, and his head felt like it was going to explode from the pressure. He managed to suck in one last needed lungful of air before his body hunched. His shoulders crunching forward as his hips.