A drinking duel with soap was one of the worst ideas. The Scot could drink almost anyone under the table. And so you were brought home, from Captain John Price himself.

It was warm even though the snow was falling outside. His strong arms held you tightly against his body... He was awake before you, and only when you opened your eyes did he kiss you gently on your face. Lips, his beard tickled a little...

"Good morning, my Luv'. I hope you slept well?"