"What did he write, then?" Serenica asked. She didn't feel like participating in any of Spade's nonsense right now. She was already mentally preparing herself for battle and that didn't go well with the shenanigans of the captain that were usually quite stressful in nature.
"See for yourself," Myorka said and pulled out a piece of paper.
Serenica read the text out loud. "I must do what I have to in order to ensure our success, even if it means an illusion of a great sacrifice."
"There," the bookkeeper said, clicking her nails on the old, smelly wood of the ship. "Doesn't that sound bad to you?"
"I wouldn't be on the edge about that," Serenica replied slowly. "The mention of an illusion is what sold this to me as something quite beneficial."
"Suit yourself." Myorka shook her head. "If he dies, I will chain you to a wall and let you rot. Fancy a cup of tea?"
Despite the threat, Serenica gladly agreed. It had been a long time since she had had any tea.
