Thane Drogos

“Had enough?” I asked, an arm around Desmond’s throat. My first mate bared down, knocking me off and rolling me onto the deck. He bounced back to his feet, bringing one hand to wipe the blood from his nose.

He laughed. “You know me. I don’t know when to quit.”

I sprang up to my feet, blocking one of his punches easily. The crewmen gathered around the ring. Tossed coins for their bets. The men preferred hand-to-hand combat as ...