"I've survived another day..."
The newly promoted Boatswain, Helvin, his face sallow, chest wrapped in bandages dotted with bloodstains, leaned weakly against the ship's rail on the deck and sighed, "I'm starting to miss the merchant ships of the Purple Flower Clan..."
"Forget about it, Boatswain."
An old pirate, holding a lantern and squatting nearby to clean the deck, grinned. "Tonight's battle was dangerous, sure, but in my opinion, it was nothing compared to that time on Dakman Island."
As he spoke, he put down the lantern and made a grand gesture with his hands. "A Deep Sea monster that huge... it sank the whole island and swallowed everything around it. We weren't even on this ship back then, just a small Steamship..."
"Old Locke's right. That time, I really thought I was going to be eaten by that monster. If the Captain hadn't saved us in the end, I'd be a pile of shit at the bottom of the deep sea by now."
