Radomosity

The fifth- It is one or two centuries ago, somewhere across the ocean in some type of dockside city. There is awkward silence and I am with four criminals (three men, one woman) and although we know each other I am not part of their group; they are armed. As some type of final memorial before they board their ship and cross the ocean to come here; they have me take a few simple group photos of them. They stand shoulder to shoulder in various arrangements with blank expressions as if they being recorded out of neccessity instead of sentimentality. They worry that after they leave I will tell the authorities where they have escaped to; there is some discussion of trying to kill me. The woman tries to kill me, I see the long metal club that she has, it stands out against the dark background; I defend myself but do not try to injure her. She shoots at me with some gun but it only grazes my side. *Blank* I am now somehow fighting a male although this seems to be the same battle; this male was not one of the criminals from before. We fight with our hands, no weapons; a head is smashed into a wall but only a small droplet of blood appears, I am confused that there is so little damage despite the force of the blow. *blank* the fight is over, neither of us have won but we have declared some sort of truce.