This was the sentiment of my uncle - looking a lot like a pirate himself - about the latest pursuit of his boating carreer. He is a freelance captain, or something like that, hired by the rich and infamous for anything between smuggling people out of Dubai to taking them on leisurely travels to the Carribean or Madagasgar, home of the famous lemur, that alcoholic, nicotene addicted "cross between a cat, a dog and a monkey with the nature of a dolphin."
He is a man with as many stories as there are hairs on his head (and there are a lot of those) and this next venture is set to be right up there with the time he got thrown in a Pakistani prison or the time a 94 year old woman warned him not to grow old. His job entails travelling to Madagasgar where he will
and proceed to lead the hunt from the beach whilst looking big and intimidating enough to make sure his recruits get the job done right. So he won't actually be shooting the scurvy bastards but he'll be behind the whole thing.
A sort of eye on the sand if you will.
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