Do two more perfect words exist in the English language? If you’re crazy, you’d say of course they do, and start quoting things like ‘Cellar Door’, or ‘Free Food’, or ‘Ora-’ you know what, never mind that one.
All that matters right now is those two, short words.
When you think Shore Leave, you think a few things.
Alcohol and Women (or men, or inanimate objects, who’s judging?) are probably tied for first.
After that you probably think of doing something stupid. Driving cars too fast, gambling away your last three paychecks, getting married to a random goat you found on the side of a road, the usual.
And then… I don’t know. That’s basically what shore leave is. Booze, sex, and stupidity.
You don’t often think ‘I’m going to sleep for twelve hours straight’, or ‘I’m going to go visit my parents’ which is terrible, because seriously, your mom could probably use a visit right about now. Or a phone call. Go do that. Seriously.
Not that I did either of those things, no, I’m too dumb to do something nice and normal. Penn? She went off, had a funeral to attend, wanted to be alone. Charles and Dave? They went straight to Dave’s parents house, for dinner, and to relax with their son. And so on and so forth. One by one, the crew of the Endeavour headed off on their own, headed off to relax and be responsible, decent people.
I had nowhere I wanted to go, no-one I particularly wanted to see. So I stuck with Bradley Shannon. ‘Why did you stick with possibly your least favourite person on the Endeavour?’ I ask myself, dryly.
Well, that’s a good question, me, probably because my mother dropped me when I was a child, or I’m a masochist, or something. I don’t know!
But there I was, sticking with Bradley. You’d think that we’d hit up a beach somewhere, to drink beer and watch the women walk by. Or maybe that we’d rent a fast car and drive really fast because that’s fun right?
Apparently that’s too smart for me.
Because here I am, on shore leave, and instead of watching beautiful women walk by as I slowly dig my feet into the sand, a cold, perspiring beer held loosely in one hand, I’m standing, back against a grimy brick wall in a back alley on ArcCorp as some half-crazed, half-drunk, half-roided mountain of a man waves a gun in my face.
‘I know a great bar!’ Bradley’d said, ‘my brother owns it! We can drink free!’
If I get out of this alive, I’ll kill him.
Does Dannet make it out alive? And how’d he get in this situation in the first place? And when will Endeavour be about medical stuff again? Find out (some of these things) next week on Endeavour Episode 20: We made it to 20 episodes?