Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-29559990-20160717161647

"Oh..." Jack said, remaining calm. "I see..."

In reality, there was an anger boiling up inside unlike anything he ever felt before. His home and his fathers legacy had been turned over to some greasy, disgusting waste of human flesh from Whore Island. And now that legacy was destroyed, buried under a shack for prostitutes and gamblers.

This would not stand. Not one bit.

"I only ask because... well, my father used to own the place, and uh... I just wanted to, you know... see how it was fairing after all these years..."