"Great," Spade groaned. "Now we're supposed to be excited about a map that might not even exist that's in the possession of a fainting dressmaker. I'll bet five gold coins that said map leads to a supply of handkerchiefs."
"No, I saw his eyes," the first mate said. "He was dead serious about it. We should wait for him to come back to his senses."
Serenica had no opinion to voice on this matter. She had never seen a glimpse of a treasure map, real or fake, and she did not know which one they were discussing.
"What can we do? He isn't even conscious," Serenica said.
"If anyone knows how to wake someone up, it's you," Spade said, rolling his eyes. "You're the healer here."
"Oh, all right, then. I will show you my secret trick."
Serenica bent over the fainted man and slapped him as hard as she could.
"Ow!" Swordly exclaimed. "I was only pretending to be unconscious. I wanted to know how you'd feel about my offer."
