"...excellent fighter," Kirk licked his lips, his hair falling into his eyes and dripping, "Good at mixin' cards, a right shrewd bastard. A Vulcan out of his country? Yer like a lost pup." He walked slowly around to put his foot down on the rapier, but lowers his own cutlass. "But a damn fool ta give up wealth and excitement and a sure place on one of tha most feared ships in all the seas."

He snorted and sheathed the cutlass, then turned, starting to walk off into the wet night.