How's this, Kennedy? If you and your beloved have a bitty baby? I'll play fairy godpirate. Go on missions, savvy? Save up points. All the points.

He'll never want for points, bitty thing. You'll never have to worry.

[That was a guarantee -- nothing perfect, but at least enough to keep Kennedy's lads and lasses out of drafts and such. Protect them. He could offer that much.

A wedding gift, maybe. Or a gift for life.]