[Ah. Well, well. Assuming he doesn't get torn limb from limb or otherwise massacred by whatever powers that be are holding him on this ship, Skulduggery imagines he's going to want to hear all about that. He is, after all, a sucker for fun vigilante stories where guns are involved. He'll wait, because he's polite, and digging deep through people's histories is usually best saved for the second or third date.]

Sounds like somebody was trying to con you. Although, who knows. Maybe the only reason you've wound up here is because of how things unfolded in your reality. Probably not, but I do enjoy wildly guessing.