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The Rouge was reasonably soundproof -- the ocean was a noisy place, and it was just generally a good idea when you used your boat for various illegal activities to make sure that you couldn't be overheard by the outside world.
Anyone walking by the docks Monday morning would still manage to hear a very clear, very alarmed "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!" coming from inside.
Duke burst above decks a moment later, clutching one of his own shirts around himself like a robe -- or a dress, like it would usually fit the various ladies he'd spent the night with over the years -- and yanking pieces of laundry off the lines strung there with rather more force than usual.
"Goddamn fucking -- insane -- fucking island," he grumbled. "Couldn't give a guy some fucking warning. . . ."
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Anyone walking by the docks Monday morning would still manage to hear a very clear, very alarmed "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!" coming from inside.
Duke burst above decks a moment later, clutching one of his own shirts around himself like a robe -- or a dress, like it would usually fit the various ladies he'd spent the night with over the years -- and yanking pieces of laundry off the lines strung there with rather more force than usual.
"Goddamn fucking -- insane -- fucking island," he grumbled. "Couldn't give a guy some fucking warning. . . ."
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