Bugger ‘em. All of ‘em. Bunch of greedy bastards.
I’ve been dead the whole of five minutes and they’re already fighting over my stuff. I ain’t even dead and they’re still picking over it. Claire wants the Sandpiper and Jack wants the 10 million credits that I obviously don’t have. I don’t even know where he got that number from.
I almost died for those ungrateful little… Anyway, that’s why I’m outta here. Screw Duamta. Screw the Oldborne family. Bart destroyed us. We don’t exist anymore. I’m going somewhere else. Somewhere better than here, somewhere with bigger bounties and waterfalls of whiskey.
Damn bastards were upset that I was alive.
Screw it. I’m gonna close my eyes and threw a dart at the map.
Let’s see where I end up.