Most of our fighters were busy, as usual, parrying and thrusting another NovaPG attack; so,
Fool that I am, I started to head back from Canaria without fighter cover. I got tied up in private comms getting the details of the Nova engagement. (No more walking on rice cakes if I can help it..).
During the intel review, the wiley SF MalteseFalcon Gunboat moved to the Dublin side of the 49 hole and laid in wait for the Hex 23. I stayed on the 49 side until I had the intel from up north secured from Ensign Kasai, then swallowed my Wrigley's, and closed my eyes.
Maltese Falcon was indeed there, but he'd made the mistake of striking up a conversation with the IMG Pegasus, who was also in Dublin, visiting his IMG brethren at the Hood, I believe.
I hit cruise, and tried to make the Falcon unsure as to which exit I would use out of the Dublin system.
We weaved and bobbed awhile, thru Dublin and Edinburgh, until he gave up the chase. But he was game all the way, and we RP'd in system chat to increase the fun. Kudos, Maltese Falcon. Maybe next time!