"Is he dead?"
"It can't be"
"Hey get your ass up"
"Fuck me, I just placed 500 coins on him"
"My coins!"
"Stand Up!"
The pirates began to splash whatever booze was in their hand on Holman's unconscious body except no matter what they threw at Holman, he wasn't waking up.
"Get him!" Suddenly, one of Holman's friends yelled orders at the others, pointing his finger at Michael. There were a total of seven men in their early thirties who rushed at Michael to avenge Holman.
"Ca-"
"Keep your mouth shut" just when Gibson was about to call him captain and ruin their disguises, Gaya elbowed Gibson in the ribcage to shut him up. She then quickly gave a glance at the rest of the crew to stay still.
Six of Holman's friends surrounded Michael while one knelt down to check on Holman.
"Seven versus one, the odds are against you boys," said Michael calmly.
"Pfft, you stupid?"
