 Don't you deserve the worst I'd say? God forgive you. All right, maybe I do, but don't rub it in. Why ain't you done what you said you was going to? Why ain't you got that ship was going to take you to the other side of the earth where you'd never see me again? I have. What? Then you're going, honest? I signed on today at noon, drunk as I was, and she's sailing tomorrow. Where's she going to? Cape Town.