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I read this when it was first published in 2014. Now 5 years later. after reading more stories and browsing the Wiki, it makes a lot more sense. The favorite parts are these:
Having not long before worked his business back into profit following the nightmare that was Hurricane Katrina, he had just about been on the verge of seeing a brighter future winking over the horizon, when it had all gone south again to devastating effect. So he had gone north instead, on the advice of an old family friend, one Nico Meridius, hoping with the pride of his small fleet, to keep his family’s fishing legacy alive long enough to still call it a legacy, while the remainder of his boats stayed behind to try and do whatever else they could – mainly deep sea sport fishing for wealthy tourists.
His story, and of course his dreadfully flamboyant Southern Charm, had instantly attracted the producers of Crab Hunting, who were by then seeking a replacement vessel for the following season of filming, and the money that came with such a contract was more than enough to light up Captain Beauregard’s face with a happy smile that made Randolph Andrews want to throw him down and pounce on him right there on the goddamn docks with the whole world watching.
That his Mate had just turned up one day totally out of the wild blue yonder to stand there larger than life simply asking for permission to come aboard, had startled the holy crap out of the Port Royale’s Captain, in roughly the time it took for him to spray the mouthful of coffee he’d been drinking, clear across the Greenhorn he’d been standing next to interviewing for a job – which obviously made for a nice sophisticated, inspiring introduction. R.P. Beauregard had a sense of humor that balanced his own, and they’d laughed it off. The Greenhorn however was never to be seen again.
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“Randolph?” he said, loud enough to cut through his friend’s distress. “Shut the hell up and pay attention.” A grin at least five nautical miles wide lit up the Norwegian’s face brighter than a hundred watt bulb. “I’ve got something here that belongs to you…”
I read this when it was first published. Now, 5 years later, after reading every Sylum story published since and reading the Wiki, I can appreciate it much. I love the backstory of Richard Beauregard and the reference to Nico. The last bit is perfect:“Randolph?” he said, loud enough to cut through his friend’s distress. “Shut the hell up and pay attention.” A grin at least five nautical miles wide lit up the Norwegian’s face brighter than a hundred watt bulb. “I’ve got something here that belongs to you…”