The death of Juan Albertez

[Grumblesaur]

Carlos sat back in his Sabre as he heard the news click on over the communications system.

"Damn... we've lost another scout," he said. "Something needs to be done about this."

A slow funeral march played over the comms, and slowly faded to silence. The Maltese Cross at the Port of Malta was lowered in honor of the lost warrior.

Moments later, orders crackled over the comms:

"Rally the fleet!"

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A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.