"I'll have a rum, thanks," Ed replies, already picking up a handful of darts and throwing one right in the center of the entity's head. "Take that, dick-face."
"Nice one," Lark murmurs, throwing another that goes a little wide. "I think there is no real winning with him. Hell, another passenger once killed him and he came back."
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He might be joking, but then again, he might not be.
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