Leech now had a little over four hundred Jinri left. 'Making money is never as fast as spending it,' he sighed to himself.
The Captain and a crowd of sailors stood to one side, nervously awaiting Leech's declaration of their fate.
'The nobleman would most likely dismiss them, but there was a small chance he might let them stay on.'
"Tell me your name, Captain," Leech said.
Although the Captain looked to be nearly thirty and Leech was still a few months shy of twenty, the disparity in their status and demeanor completely overshadowed the age gap.
The Captain answered respectfully, "My name is Lang, my lord."
"Do you wish to remain as captain?"
"Of course!" Lang nodded excitedly.
