Chapter 4
by 
Damos
Where has he popped out
Caribbean
I woke up to see the glaring sun of the Caribbean sea and feeling the odd breeze I rubbed my head seeing the bottles of beer lay around me on the sand filled beach, I looked over and seeing the nearby town groaned feeling sick with the smell of the food, mainly fish. I walked up to the wooden planks and walking past the civilians was welcomed by another smell of cooking food and clutching my head I walked back up to the bar to slam the counter, "Beer!" I cried and having a Tankard slide over to me I dropped the coins on the counter before sitting down heard, "Haven't you had enough William!" I shrugged be clutching my head spoke, "When can one tell?" and laughing the men bellowed out laughing at me. I drank some more and hitting me like a being wrapped in a blanket I fell to the table, "Way too much beer last night!" I groaned as I passed out over a table.