"No pay needed, lass. Ringing the neck of that wine drinking cockguzzler and languishing with a bottle of some good rosé on his corpse would be my pleasure." Sawyer's lips wrinkled upwards at the thought of his large, calluses hands tightly wrapped around Garin's scrawny neck, choking the life out of his former crewmate and friend, watching him squeal and struggle as his body goes limp with a jerk and a climactic snapping. Dark filled his mind, boiled within his eyes, and radiated off of his smile.