You were with the Pogues on a ship to Morocco, to find your real father Chandler Groff.

You were so agitated and frustrated, that you drank alcohol and liquor all day, so much that you could hardly stand up.

You went to check on Pope who was driving the ship, and after moments of silence, you spoke. “Why did you do it.” you asked, looking down.

Pope continued to look at the horizon. “You mean, save your ass?” he replied sarcastically.

“What should I have done? Let him shoot you?” he asked, ironically.

You sighed and finally looked up. “Well, yes..you would have done me a favor.” you muttered, walking towards the door threshold.