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“Shit!” Thatch exclaimed when Ace fell down head first in his plate for the first time around his new crew-mates. “Is he dead?”
The nearest brothers rushed to turn him to the side and check his pulse.
“He’s breathing!” One deflated, relieved.
“Someone call Marco!” The other called out.
There was movement by the door, and in the next moment of stillness, one of the former Spades made himself heard : “It happens sometimes. Don’t worry too much about it. He'll wake up.”
The words failed to completely relieve the tense atmosphere, so Thatch chimed in to deride the brothers who had stopped eating.
“If he’s dead I call dibs on his belt!”
He got nearer to Ace and mimed taking it, when Ace, waking up, grabbed him by his neck-tie. “You… can have my boot!” He said, standing up and kicking Thatch’s back, “When I die, that is. And Deuce can have my hat. But my pants and their contents are for Marco only, is that clear?”
The relieved laughter that met his words was interrupted by Marco who had arrived in time to see Ace wake up.
“What’s going on, yoi?!”
“Oh… Hey Marco!” Ace blushed as Thatch laughed.