The dream ended abruptly.
Serenica got up immediately, in a feverish state that she knew all too well. It was time for action.
Even though it was the time of sunrise and the first pale rays of light, she went banging on the captain's door.
"If someone hasn't died, I don't want to hear any of it," Spade grumbled, eyes crossed and very clearly not being able to concentrate his gaze on her.
"It's about treasure and Kinley and the Dreamer," Serenica said, speaking as rapidly as she could before her first pipeful.
"I heard that!" Myorka yelled. "Let the poor girl in and summon William."
The four of them sat down once again in the crowded cabin.
"So." The captain dug out four tiny cigarillos from his pocket, offering them to each of his friends. "You've found out something about her. Speak."
"If we cut out the supply chain of corna, she will crash? Right?" Serenica looked at Spade and saw astonishment creep onto his face.
"You've been walking in my dreams?"
