“Well then,” said Richard, gesturing to the empty bar, “you have come to the right place. Since days of old, well-mannered men have assembled in watering holes such as this one in order to unburden themselves in the company of sympathetic souls.” “Or strangers?” The captain raised a finger in the air. “There are no more sympathetic souls than strangers. So, what say we skip the preambling. Is it women? Money? Writer’s block?”
