Horizon of Darkness

“Now, now, don’t speak ill of the pyramid-headed ones!” Joe wagged his finger. “I once had a comrade on my team nicknamed Billy Pyramid, and it was all because one day his empty head got hit by a falling mast and bent into a triangle. Poor guy couldn’t wear any headgear… But he was a devilish corsair and a real rogue, I tell you! The Imperial fat cats would soil their pants just at the sight of him! We could use someone like that on our team! But alas… may he rest in peace on the seabed…” Joe sighed sadly, pulled a black, dirty, and dusty handkerchief from his pocket, and blew his nose loudly.