"I want to be a passenger," I said.
The crewmate standing in front of me tilted his head.
A small crab peeked out from his shoulder, then crawled back inside.
"The voyage'll end in a lil' over seventy days," he said, his voice rough like waves crashing against old wood. "Ye gotta pay with seventy days o' yer memories, mate."
He lifted a damp, webbed hand toward my head, intending to draw out my memories.
"Wait," I said. "I'll pay with this instead."
I reached into my pocket and used the second special mana pattern.
The rune on my palm was linked to my pocket's spatial inventory.
A golden slab appeared in my hand, heavy and warm.
"This works, right?" I asked.
The crewmate's single good eye gleamed, and his lips curled into a grin.
"Aye, it works fine. But it be nine golds, not one."
"Nine? It's seven gold bars. Who are you trying to scam?" I frowned.
I had only 899 left.
And this slimy sea Cursed Spirit wanted to rob me blind?
Still, I knew how things worked here.
