“Don’t you dare talk to me about ‘appiness! I tried my best and what did I get? The World’s scorn!” Red gave the bars a final kick, and stomped up the rotting, wooden steps.

“No rations for Captain Richard.” She spat to the crew. “He will survive on ‘happiness’.”
“Captain?” Lilith asked. “I didn’t mean to hear…”
“The hottest corner in hell is reserved for eavesdroppers.” Red glared at her. Mitts peered from the doorway.
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“They knew each other!” The crew whispered amongst themselves.
“Well, think. What do we know about the captain? Nothing, that’s what.” Mitts said.
“So? What do we do?” Lilith asked.
“Nothing.”