Dread Morgan. Well, as names go, I've been called worse. And I have a certain fondness for those days, a fondness that no doubt is obvious when I've had a few (and when haven't I?), and start going on about them. Dread Morgan was what they called me when they whispered tales in the cantinas and bars of a hundred planetary systems. Captain Morgan was what my crew called me. And a very few people, whom I called friends, simply called me Morgan.

Now that I'm back, well, "home" isn't really the name for a place I wasn't born, wasn't raised, and is nothing at all like the place my mother told me about, is it? Anyway, now that I'm here, people call me Lord Morgan. I still answer to Captain Morgan. And a very few people, guess who?, call me Morgan.

All right, and sometimes when my very good friends have had a few (and when haven't they?), they call me Dread. And it's funny (especially when the king does it. Yep, Merlin, it's funny every time. Haha. Would I lie to you? Hey, I think you have something on your shirt....).

And sometimes someone who wants to be clever, or thinks they're a better friend than they are, calls me Dread.

Sometimes I even let them live.