The Admiral looked at her seriously.
"I will get Spade. He can help."
Serenica was now left alone, her head between her knees. She was afraid to close her eyes. She didn't want to see more horrors or impossibilities.
"Look at that," the voice of Seppei said.
Serenica got up and took a look around.
The first mate was no longer on the deck. Instead, the one of the Johns with scurvy and a bad attitude was standing next to a madly grinning Seppei.
"You know how it's easier to apologize afterwards than it is to ask permission beforehand?" Seppei asked. "Well. It'll be a heckload easier to throw your rump overboard and be seen as the hero once the curse is lifted."
Serenica had heard so many negative things about herself lately that she started to believe in them. She could be cursed. It was far from an impossibility.
"If you think killing me will bring you relief, you are free to try," she said, noticing a hint of confidence in her own words.
