After eating our fill, the guy and I rested on a bench. It was somewhere around ten, not quite midday yet.
"Where're your pretty friends?"
"I left them behind. I have a bad feeling about today."
He looked at me a bit funny. I guess I was saying weird stuff. "Yeah, the geezer used to say that line too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and most of the time, nothing really happened."
"It's good then."
I couldn't remember if the old man ever said something like that- wait, just before we set foot on that cursed island- the one where all the pirates had died, he did say something like that….
"But sometimes, hell broke loose. It was a day like this when the two of us were on top of a wall lazing around."
Wait, he was going to do a flashback now? Why?
