Coconut Grove i like driving backwards in the fog

well this was a mood-killer -- as interested as he was in getting to know starbuck quite intimately, she was equally as uninterested; it was an ugly, unfair balancing act and murgash was stung by her rejection.

for a moment that anger overcame him and he considered possessing her, seizing her and making her comply -- but that second that he took to think was all she needed to make decent headway.

"foine!" he bellowed after her, slapping the ground with an angry fist. "i pray ye learn wot a real man luks loike!" he hollered, knowing by now she was long gone. he was left alone and unsatisfied and with a grumpy snarl resumed combing the beach for food.