"...How many is that now?"
On the deck, more than a dozen pirates queuing in front of the cabin huddled together, trembling.
The sea breeze blew, plastering their sweat-soaked clothes to their bodies. Their gazes, fixed on the cabin, were filled with terror as they constantly swallowed the saliva pooling in their mouths.
"The eighty-seventh..."
"Y-You guys, why do you think the C-Captain is doing this?"
"We have all those beautiful Queen's Guards here, so h-how could he do this to us?"
A broad-chested old pirate next to them shot them a disdainful look. "Cowards!"
"You?!"
The newly joined pirates glared at him.
"You're not scared?"
"Didn't you hear the screams from the guys before? Not just the miserable ones, but... but also those gasps... those panting sounds..."
"I heard them! So what? Do you even know what the Captain is doing in there? Getting this scared just from some sounds—how are you supposed to shoulder the responsibility of the great Leonard?"
