By this time I had worked up a serious sweat, and the mystique of this filthy shipwreck had long since worn off. The captain was clearly swine and the first mate was a middle-aged bellboy from New Jersey and the ship was probably stolen...but here I was out on the high sea with these people, doing manual labor in the morning and bleeding from every knuckle. It was time, I felt, for a beer.
-"The Gonzo Salvage Co."
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