A group of men came downstairs, arguing loudly about who won in a game of something Serenica could have won blindfolded. The men were burly and many of them had beards. There was a definite traditionally masculine energy about them. Serenica didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.
They noticed Spade and got oddly quiet.
"Relax, fellows, I'm not on Theod's business," the captain said, motioning the mutineers to come closer. "Or, you know what, I am. I'm going to get that bastard killed. What say you to that?"
The dark man who had apparently won the game laughed nervously. "I say, I'll buy Captain Spade a drink for that. Though he has no need for my money..."
"Maybe not your money, but your muscles would be useful," the captain said. "Come. Take a seat. I might be friends with cannibals but I am not one myself."
Several of the men got seated. A tattooed sailor with only one eye cast a lustful glance at Myorka.
