Interrogations

"Sammy…what is THAT? What the hell are you doing?"

She was holding a man at gunpoint. Sammy casted a glare towards Bastian, clearly saying: do not intervene, this is not your business.

The man was the penultimate tasteless, odorless and discolored middle-aged guy. There was nothing remarkable about him, except the amount of fear he was showing.

He didn't want to die, that was normal, common and understandable, but Bastian had somehow desensitized himself to such human fears.

The wisewoman retreated, muttering something about getting a drink.

"Did he do anything to you?" Captain Bastian Black asked Sammy and stepped closer to the violent scene. Now he could see that the man had already been beaten up pretty badly, with bruises all over his face and his nose dripping blood onto Sammy's nicest dress.

"Was caught wearing Gorgo's symbol," the first mate said harshly. "Melinda and I found him."