Tycondrius groaned and shook his head, leaning his back against a wooden wall.
Captain Krysaos was seated on the deck, comforting the crying ghost woman lying her head on his lap. He whispered gentle words to her with a radiant smile that was probably attractive to the opposite gender.
"This is deplorable!" Krysaos declared, "This ship is full of half-naked ghost girls!"
The shadow crossed its arms, looking disappointed.
Tycon agreed with the sentiment.
"Respectfully, Captain," He grimaced, "the condition of the young lady's attire is due to your earlier attempt to cut her down."
The ghost began to sob loudly, as if just remembering, "Y-you tRiiiIied to KillllLLLL mmeeeeeeee..."
Tycon furrowed his brows. She was also at fault, as she initiated the hostility. Retaliation was something to be expected.
"Hey, listen," Krysaos cooed. "I didn't mean it like that."
"R-really?"
