He throws to the winds all that he holds dear, for the sake of doing the morally correct thing.
Which was just when he clunked his forehead against a low-hanging pipe. While the captain was stashing away his golden handshake, the crew-members on the night-watch were swiftly overpowered, bound and gagged, and carried into one of the cabins.
Pleasel he was suddenly aware of the green material caking the creases on his left glove. Bitran holders would no longer be kept in abysmal ignorance of their charter-given rights.