Bastard of The Apocalypse 2: Children of the Sea
by Chuck Rogers
So here goes Frame, again, on his own. Walking down the only road he’s ever known. Not for the first time. Not for the first time there was a fork in the road. I’d promised my girl I’d kill them. Kill them all. Every last one of them. I took a really good stab at it. I did things that would make you sick. Things that made me sick. The enemy was defeated. Not destroyed. And I was sick and broken. Mind, body and spirit. I was a pariah to the people I’d defended. I’d lost my girl, my home and my dog. For one shining second, I thought I had a family and a future. By my own actions all was torn from my hands. There was nothing left but revenge, but I wasn’t fit for it. It was a story as old as time. A broken man gazed across the horizon. A broken man took ship. And gave himself to the sea. A pirate’s life for me.
