"We’ve got a lot in common with Grenada," David said. "Galveston was a pirate haven, once upon a time. Good old Jean Lafitte, remember? Back in 1817. Hijacking shipping, yo-ho-ho, bottle of rum, the whole routine." David grinned. "Maybe you and I could start a haven, okay? Just a snug little one that we could run from the conference room. We’d find out how many teeth old Sticky’s grandmother has."