text: "Done," you say.
  
  
  "Perfect," Captain Lipton says.
  
  
  He extends a hand, which you shake. He slides a bottle of red liquid and two glasses from a cost pickets popping it on the table, followed by a lighter and two big lho-sticks. He pours some liquid in both glasses, offering one to you.
  
  
  "Here's to success," he says. 
  
  
  "To success," you reply, downing your drink.
  > Three Years Later...
  Paradise and Luxury
  
  
  You lie in a hammock, a bottle of spiced wine in your hands. You've become quite accustomed to the drink, as have many nobles and rich merchants apparently, hence why its smuggled through here on a regular basis. You watch as Landers land in the distance, trying to tell whether they're the Morallian smugglers or the space marine pirates. 
  
  
  Your relationship with Captain Lipton has been a profitable one. The standard of living for your men has risen greatly, as a huge amount of wealth floods through here, as well as rare and exotic goods and luxuries that you're all eager to get your hands on. You know Captain Lipton hasn't exactly been fair with the agreement, taking the lion's share of the profit to fund his wars for control with the other pirate vessels, but you're making enough that you couldn't give a flying fuck.
  
  
  You find a wife soon. The first slaving vessel lands, attempting to repair and perhaps sell a few of its slaves. You quickly make sure that it's the last slave vessel, as you force the crew into slavery and release the slaves, unwilling to force people into the same slavery as you were forced into. One of the slaves, a beautiful girl with fiery red hair and a gorgeous face. The big pair of tits don't hurt either. You have a wedding festival, a grand event that cost a small fortune. Soon, a child is concieved, a beautiful daughter with her mother's kindness amd humility and her father's powerful mind. Hopefully, she won't have her mother's tits, because you'll skin any suitor that makes a pass at your little angel. You know she will do great things some day.
  
  
  Although your life is pleasurable and easy, you do have one major issue, one problem that has driven you to drink, to gamble, to eat, to take various drugs and to laze around: boredom. The only fights you get to take part in are stopping the occasional drunken scuffle or fending off a raid which the orbital cannons make an ease. You feel you've wasted your potential here. Still, you're happy. You've a daughter to carry on your legacy. What more could a man want?