Gold took the slip of paper, somewhat puzzled, "Hmm, seems like... I kind of remember..."
"I said I'd give you a ship, didn't I?" Winters said with a big laugh, "That fat man owed me a huge favor, so he sold his Bandit Gull to me for a cheap price. Just so happens my mother left me a small inheritance, enough to afford it. Go find him at this address. The Bandit Gull is yours now, Captain Gold... Just don't go back to being a pirate this time."
Gold was stunned, the slip of paper in his hand almost fell as he couldn't hold it steady. He stood there at a loss, his eyes slightly reddened.
"Don't you dare say 'thank you,' and definitely don't cry, you deserve this." Winters got goosebumps and quickly made a joke, "But if you go back to being a pirate and run into me again, then we'll have to fight another battle."
"Sir, what do you think of my luck?" Gold didn't respond to the joke but asked a seemingly unrelated question.
