The meeting time was set in stone yet I still sat there in my seat across from Godfather Forever. Wiping the sweat from my forehead I still couldn't come to terms on how I would be successful with the task the Godfather had given me. I was to set sail the next day to his home land of Ireland, the only problem was he wouldn't be accompanying me on my travels. The Godfather was safer in his current home, Old City District and would oversee everything in my absence. There was no way I would travel alone so I called upon my right hand Kassadin to travel the Atlantic on his shrimp boat.

Being an Irish immigrant Forever had ties back home with the IRA and had just recently come into contact with them once again upon him achieving Godfather status in Old District City. They wanted to broker a deal with us and begin shipping there guns into the states illegally. During the depression the gun industry was slow and it was an opportune time to take advantage of a major market. Forever had explained to me multiple times on how these men ran business back when he lived in northern Dublin. They were not to be questioned and I was to follow there orders without hesitation. This was our first gun run with them and we didn't want them to think that we had our own agenda.

I packed my bags with a few pairs of clothes and a couple bottles of rum that would last the trip. Packing enough food for a couple days, Kassadin and I would either then live off the endless shrimp supply or fish from the boat. Setting sail we knew that it would take us one week to make it across the Atlantic and another to make it back home with perfect weather conditions. The boat was seasoned, but it wasn't a reason to worry. Waiting for Kassadin to arrive I started the boat and checked our supplies making sure my checklist was completed so we could set sail as soon as he arrived. Smoking a cigar in the distance I could see my right hand exiting his motor vehicle and slowly making his way down the dock to the boat. Taking his bags from him, he then boarded "Jenny", then walked over and shook my hand.

Pulling the rope from the dock we were off to sail our ways across the Atlantic to Ireland where our guns awaited us. Kassadin and I would take turns running the boat twelve hours a day. Sleeping for 6 of them and drinking the other we would make our time limit without a problem. We just needed to make sure that we were sober upon arrival because even though these men were drinkers we wanted them to know we meant business. Kassadin was a great negotiator in his own right and the right man to bring along for the meeting. We both cheers with our glasses of rum to JennyMacAuthur, our third in command that stayed home to run the shrimping warehouse we had expanded into.

After a long week of endless seas and fierce drinking our unshaven faces had shown our traveled faces. Crashing straight through a small dock and into the sand we had made a fashionable arrival into Ireland as I could never really figure out how to stop my boat in time to park. Jumping off right before the wreck I watched Kassadins body get launched from the back deck straight onto the beach. With a quick laugh I picked myself up along with Kassadin, then dusted myself off and proceeded to the IRA members waiting for us. Four brute men in suites awaited us at the end of the boardwalk and would then escort us to our meeting place. I looked to Kassadin and nodded as we made our way down to where the men were. We shook hands with the men, they greeted us quickly and opened the vehicles door for us to enter.

Arriving to the meeting place after driving for about twenty minutes we came to a stop outside a warehouse building. Two men stand outside the side door both equipped with semi automatic assault rifles. The doors opened for us and we were let back out into the light of day. Escorting us to the side door one of the men opened the door and allowed us into this huge building. Walking inside I was immediately overwhelmed by the amount of guns that were stored into this building. Aisles after aisles of different guns, I walked past them to make it to where they had a few tables set up. I could see there main men already at the table as we walked up and before giving the chance to get a proper greeting in we were told to take our seats.

The man at the front of the table introduced himself as Niall O'Brien, the corrupt leader of the IRA. He then explained to Kassadin and I about how he had a German ship blown up on it's way to Great Britain. The boat was carrying the guns that we were receiving, the guns that had supposedly went down with the boat. News had spread of the attack and everyone had assumed that these weapons had gone down with the ship. O'Brien continued to explain about how he had his men take the ship captive extorting the German soldiers for over twenty thousand rifles and twenty machine guns. Since O'Brien was at risk himself in this situation he decided to raise the prices Forever had already agreed upon. 

I told O'Brien that we had come to Ireland with a set amount of cash on us to complete this deal and had thought that the amount was already agreed upon. Standing from my chair I pointed my finger directly at O'Brien and told him that we didn't travel a week to be part of his extortion. Before I had another second to speak I had twelve Irishman with rifles pointed in my direction ready to shoot at a moments notice. I wasn't going to stand down or give up another dollar, it was so apparent that Kassadin knew he had to step in and get the heat off our backs. He asked O'Brien to have his men lower there weapons that we would negotiate another agreement there on the spot. The men slowly lowered there rifles and I took my seat back at the table awaiting O'Brien.

Pouring a shot of whiskey O'Brien was in no mood to put up with either of us at this point and would rather kill us both if it weren't for his ties to Forever. Kassadin stepping in knowing I was fuming from the possibility of being charged extra for no reason at all. He explained to O'Brien about how we were respectable partners and there was future business to be made between the two groups. This was our first outing and as a new surplus customer it was his responsibility to take care of us as well. O'Brien poured three shots of whiskey this time, picking them up simultaneously he headed in our direction. Setting a shot down in front of each of us he asked us to stand and take the shots. Once we stood and took the shot of whiskey with O'Brien he smiled. Extending his hand to Forest then Kassadin the deal was completed.  Our portion of guns in the warehouse was then divided up and loaded into a unit for transportation.

Back at the dock in the Irish bay we loaded up the suspicious unit carrying the guns in the night. Quickly departing from Ireland we shook hands with the men who drove us back to the dock and we were both off in opposite directions. Casting off into the nights sky Kassadin had helped save the deal negotiated by Forever. The IRA was left with a smile on there faces receiving ten million dollars in exchange for weapons they stole. Either way we left with a  product for our family along with enough to double what we spent selling them to other crime syndicates. Looking to Kassadin I smiled as I popped a bottle of whiskey I had stolen from O'Brien on the way out. The man saved my life I had to make sure he was rewarded responsibly. Shaking his head in disapproval he extended his glass for me to pour into. With both of us laughing we knew that this was a trip we would never forget.

Living off shrimp the last few days of our journey we were within our last fifty miles of the Philadelphia beach and our home. Malnourished from our trip we could taste victory with the finish line in sight. That was when things went absolutely upside down for Kassadin and I. The coast guard had noticed an unregistered shrimping boat sailing too far off its beaches to be fishing. They sounded there siren and I stopped the engine on the boat coming to a complete stop. Four armed officers approached my shrimp boat from there own with guns drawn. Two of the men boarded my shrimp boat and asked us what we had been doing so far off shore, that hey had been following us for the last 20 miles. I tried giving them a half ass story about finding the best shrimp in the middle of nowhere, but they weren't falling for it.

They then read from some paper talking about bullshit protocol and preaching federal laws allowing them to search my boat. I complied with the law enforcement thinking that Kassadin and I had hidden the guns well enough in the shrimp crates that it wouldn't had been a problem. Oh how wrong was I when Joe Schmoe officer pops open a random crate revealing twenty assault rifles packaged precisely. Before I could even react Kassadin had revealed one of the machine guns from underneath his overcoat shooting the officer. Finishing off the clip he had loaded on both men inside our boat I quickly ran out the back door pistol in hand and unloaded on the officers aboard the other ship. Firing off four shots in both men they dropped like flies not expecting me to come out guns blazing.

Kassadin and I then unarmed the men and loaded there dead bodies back into there own boat. We emptied there ammunition on there boat and stood there in shock as we watched it sink into the Atlantic. Knowing the men would go missing Kassadin and I would lay low once we made our way back into Old District City until things calmed down. The guns hadn't even made it to shore and were already showing the risk of carrying them illegally. Making our way into the bay I notice our Godfather awaiting us with hands crossed and an unhappy look on his face. Word traveled fast and I assumed he was going to coach me on how to interact with his former family members. Little did he know that I along with Kassadin had just offed four of Philly's finest and would have even more heat on our tails moving forward in the gun trade.