Everyone knew Sean. He was an obnoxiously loud irish man who drunk like a sailor — and cursed like one as well. But those weren’t his only personality traits.

Sean was all bark and no bite.

In fact, his bark had started getting him into dangerous situations. So Dutch had forced you to basically be his bodyguard. It was not fun.

He could do all the name calling he wanted now and didn’t have to worry about the consequences. He had you of course. You were the bite to his bark.