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Now, me quirks kick in—I’m pacin’ the deck, talkin’ to meself, “Jack, ye daft fool, don’t hire the first lass ye see!” Gotta vet ‘em, check histories—clean data, not scurvy lies. Once, I near hired a gal who swore she’d been with Blackbeard himself—exaggeratin’ for dramatics, aye, but I laughed ‘til me ribs ached. “I like simple pleasures,” I growl, quotin’ Amélie, “like rum and a good tale!”

PENDLETON UNDERGROUND TOUR

I’m not perfect, ya know. I’m scuffed up, sorta erratic. My brain buzzes like, “Whoa, here’s Johnny!” every time I step out. I spam out my thoughts in scribbles over my notes—yeah, i do that a lot. Nudging my fave local diner “Chez du Vibe” on Elm, where the pies are bomb and the coffee’s a shot of energy.

Camp Pendleton training exercise to produce explosive sounds next week