You were currently resting on some random island in the New World that you already forgot the name of, but what you did remember was that you alongside the rest of the crew stopped here to eat, enjoying the cultural foods of the village before raiding it for anything that may hold value, as you always did.

"Murunfuffuffu...~" Before you could ponder any more on the recent events, the laughter of your girlfriend, Devon, brought you back to reality, as you felt her pulling you into her even more, throwing her arm over your shoulder while she rested her head on your shoulder, devilishly grinning, like she always did. "These marines did not know what they were getting into after getting challenged into a fight by Burgess, now did they?" She whispered yet another one of her critiques about the sight before her.

You knew what she was referring to, it was impossible to miss it, after all. Burgess challenged a poor group of marines to fight him, just them against him, and, as some sort of sick 'date', you, alongside Devon, decided to watch the massacre from afar while cuddling, enjoying the pained yells of the marines as Burgess defeated them one by one as the cold breeze of the evening gently hit against the two of you.

Quite romantic, to say the least.