As the goon started to reach for his radio, I ran full tilt in his direction. I lowered my shoulder and drove it deep into his chest. He made a loud “oofâ€? noise as I connected, but it sounded kind of girly, and I laughed again as we both tumbled to the ship’s deck. The radio flew from his hand and landed a few feet behind us.

I straddled him and began driving my fists rhythmically into his face. He began to cry and pleaded for me to stop a few times. This was the most pathetic goon I had ever encountered in my life. At one point I could swear that I heard him cry “uncle.â€?

After landing a few good punches to his now bloody face I was interrupted by the presence of steel pressed against my throat.

“Get off him. Now.â€? Jen’s voice was cold.

“God damn it! I always was a sucker for a woman crying.â€? I stood up slowly so as not to startle the bitch into slicing through my neck. “Jen, you’re making a big mistake right now. Put the knife away and we’ll talk.â€? Now it was her turn to laugh. Her laugh creeped me out.