Several days ago I had a bad dream where I had to witness a crowd tear Louis down in front of me, completely breaking his spirit until he was in ruins. I woke up sad, and before long I'd drawn a "quick" comic exploring more of Louis's past, when times were rougher. The text at the beginning is in French because I didn't want to distract from the action with what was supposed to be background noise. I realized later that this might make it even more
distracting. Many thanks to
for the translations, for those interested, here is the script:Mais qu'est-ce que ça peut bien te faire ? Si tu n'aimes pas ce que je fais, tu n'as qu'à arrêter de fourrer ton gros nez dans les affaires des autres !
Why do you even care? If you don't like what I do, then stop sticking your big nose into other peoples' business!Ne me parle pas sur ce ton ! Je suis ton père !
Don't you talk to me like that! I am your father!Oh, vraiment ? Alors maintenant tu es mon père ? Je n'arrive pas à suivre, ces derniers temps. C'est aussi dur savoir combien de fois tu as essayé de me déshériter !
Oh really, now you are? It's difficult for me to keep track these days. It's also tough to keep track of how many times you've tried to disown me!Comment oses-tu ?!
How dare you!... Et reste ici !
... And stay there!Très bien ! Cause toujours !
Fine! See if I care!
Yes, it's the Baroque era and their vanities have electric lighting, because if Tortuga can look like Vegas-meets-Bangkok then why the hell not.--Sak
All characters © Myself, Shamine A. King