They were residing in an inn called the Red House. It was a high-end place with only a few customers. They had three rooms for themselves, and in one of them they had all their newfound wealth from Kinley's stashes. There was no room to sleep in the middle of chests and boxes, so Serenica was sharing her room with the Admiral, who was quite honorable and always left when she was in various states of undressing herself.
They gathered around all the gold and jewels, Serenica, Myorka, Spade and the first mate, and the captain opened a bottle of rum.
"Nobody spill it," he advised his friends. "This stuff was costly."
"What do we do with all of these boxes?" the bookkeeper asked, cracking open one of said boxes and staggering at the sight of expensive fabrics. "Whoa. I think this is mine."
