As the mist continues to linger over the ship and the scattered ruin remains of the enemy's vessel linger around them on the surface of the water...
"Have all of you mateys done counting my gold?"
Captain Righthook had everyone, apart from Lillian, count his spoils of battle, which in this case would be the chest of gold coins that Lillian had brought to him.
Lillian rested on the rough mattress of the top bunk of a bunkbed.
Currently, they were all inside the living quarters on the boat, which was oddly much larger on the inside than it appeared on the outside.
She looked down and over, scouring the room before settling her gaze on Viesta, Nearlo and his bodyguard, as well as the Captain, who huddled around a singular chest.
"Tch... Why should someone as esteemed as I be put to a work like this?" Nearlo asked with clear signs of frustration. He should be doing something better with his time rather than counting coins in some chess.
