{"id":258134,"date":"2026-07-13T16:04:49","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:04:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/death-mark-nick-thacker\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:04:49","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:04:49","slug":"death-mark-nick-thacker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/death-mark-nick-thacker\/","title":{"rendered":"Death Mark – Nick Thacker"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Which was when I realized that it was certainly not creeping toward us at all. It was barreling toward us, and it wasn\u2019t slowing down. \u201cThey\u2019re going to hit, Dixon,\u201d Frey said. \u201cI can see that.\u201d I turned to Joey, still laying on the floor next to me. \u201cYou have a piece?\u201d He didn\u2019t, but he was closest to the case I\u2019d brought along. There was another small armory in my room belowdecks, but I wasn\u2019t about to run out and get shot at.<\/p>\n

Joey crawled over to the couch and grabbed the case. It was unlocked already, so he opened the lid and extracted two 9mm handguns. There was a third inside, but I was glad he hadn\u2019t offered one to Frey. I grabbed the pistol and checked it, knowing already that it was loaded but going through the motions anyway out of habit.<\/p>\n

Joey did the same, and when I felt ready, I popped up and onto my knees. I fired off three quick shots, only one of which landed anywhere near the boat. Thankfully, however, the man who had been standing and firing at us ducked out of the way instinctively.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow\u2019s our chance,\u201d I yelled. \u201cKeep him down.\u201d \u201cWhat about if they hit us?\u201d Joey asked, still aiming toward the boat, waiting for the man to try to rise up again. \u201cIt\u2019s a suicide mission if they do,\u201d I replied. We\u2019re bigger. We go down, they definitely go down.\u201d I didn\u2019t wait for his response.<\/p>\n

I ducked and ran out the door again, heading for the stairs at the stern of the Wassamassaw. I could hear the engine of the other boat, still right on target, still threatening to collide. They hadn\u2019t slowed down. Joey fired, two shots, but I\u2019d already reached the set of stairs that led to the engine deck and the door to the cabins down below.<\/p>\n

It would have been faster to just run through the main living and dining room to the spiral staircase, but I wanted to try to stay behind the railing and out of sight as much as possible.<\/p>\n

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I HAVE THIS IDEA THAT maybe morality is like death: we can buck and fight against it as long as we want, but eventually it\u2019s going to get us. And we\u2019re all given a specific amount of morality; a certain flavor of it we can\u2019t change or cash in, or alter in any way. We can mask it, like our faces, but it won\u2019t do any good.<\/p>\n

At the end of the line, wherever that line is, we\u2019re as moral as we\u2019re ever going to be. We\u2019re as good or bad as we\u2019re ever going to be, or as \u2018us\u2019 as we ever were. Okay, enough with the philosophical bullshit. What I\u2019m saying here is that I have no idea how the world works. I don\u2019t really care, either, because I know, generally, how people work. I get how they tick, what they want, how they intend to get it. I\u2019m good at that part of it.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not so good at the part of it where I have to decide what to do about it. You see, I\u2019m good at my gig \u2014 I tend bar at a little place I own, and I like it. I love it, actually. The oldies take care of me, and I get to silently judge the younger idiots that come in and ask for things that no bar menu should even suggest to offer. Like light beer. And I don\u2019t mean \u2018beer that is light,\u2019 like a proper Belgian or some of the summer Germans or the pilsners and IPAs that are vying for hipsters\u2019 attention out west.<\/p>\n

I mean beers that were designed to be tasteless, so men, women, grandparents, and children alike could hate them all the same, pretend they like them, and drink them by the bucketful just for the sheer hell of saying they could drink a bucketful of them. Those beers are the types I don\u2019t anywhere my bar. I\u2019ve got a few taps, and I keep those taps full of whatever I can get for a reasonable price that comes out of Charleston, or when I\u2019m feeling fancy or festive I might spring for a shipment of kegs of something a little more exotic.<\/p>\n

But I don\u2019t have your typical Applebee\u2019s-on-a-Sunday-night fare of brew selections. So when these youngsters \u2014 anyone younger than me, I should say \u2014 come in and try to order something like that, I just shrug and serve them whatever I\u2019ve got on tap in that\u2019s in a real beer format. Want a Coors? I\u2019ll give you whatever I\u2019ve got from Revelry. Have a hankering for a Bud Light?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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