Rock Duffy was having a very hard time deciding what part of his life was more pathetic: having been drummed out of the army after 14 years of loyal service, being forced to become a mercenary just like the men he used to hunt down and arrest, being forced to take a job that one of his greatest rivals and a man he had arrested once had thrown his way like a bone off the Master's table, or the fact that this job now had him here in the Blood Sea, a place he swore he would never go back to, and with the way this job was going, it was probably going to be the death of him.