If only I had sailed on by; but no I had that sailors thirst. Adventure, booze and women in that order. I was minding my own business in the Spanish Tavern when she walked by. Her hair like a lion’s mane, her mutilated body working hard to survive. She picked up a tray of empty glasses and turned for the bar. Someone put out a leg and sent her flying. Then the landlord walked over and started kicking her. I heard myself saying enough is enough. Landlord here’s a purse for your loss. Now leave her alone.