ONE of the first English settlers' favourite games, played in southern lands, would have been poisoning their hosts ; to peel their skin off once they’re dead and use it to handcraft valuables. I ask then for our own skin. If, at least, it would know the same "happy end". But Adel, away during the assault, and appearing from nowhere, yells to me: "We won't give them a chance, brother" Cannons automatically turn to him. The smile of the doomed on his lips, he swears to take them with us till hell’s gates. Hope, as the wind, is blowing on the deck. It’s caressing our cheeks with its name : RIOT Adel has set into motion a weapon detonator, in the engine room. It bears the seal 9/11.