This fic is rated R
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Torn lit a cigarette and took a long draw. He had related his tail in full, about being captured, taken and freeing himself as well as the guys.
"...So what do you plan on doing?" Molly asked.
Torn looked at her for a second before answering. "Well we have a ship, but no means of income. Old Tomlin's been named Captain. He says we need to find a financial backer - and fast."
"Can we come with you?"
Chris and Torn looked to Molly.
"I'm not sure you know what your getting into miss." Torn said, taking another drag. "These men... they ain't exactly gentlemen."
Molly looked to Vince briefly before back to Torn. "Can we have our own private room?"
"Suppose if yah want. Have to take it up with Tomlin."
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