even though hed known the man had defeated him , seeing the bastards ship docked there , before his own , was still a blow . confusion twisted through him as he recalled the peculiar , thin man , standing in the shadows of the restaurant . `` right now i do not give one f**k about boston stone , '' he replied . but i nodded anyway , and soon we had two of them coming , along with hearty salads . nails biting into skin , and fingers digging deep . the other knocked on the door and opened it a crack . 