"The game has begun! How long can Little Tian last this time? Below five breaths, odds of three to one! Above five breaths... above thirty breaths, ten to one! If Mr. Li loses, the banker sweeps! Place your bets now!"
Aboard the Da Fu vessel, with Cabin Head Chen Laoer's loud call, a bunch of idle sailors immediately gathered around, shouting in a cacophony:
"I bet thirty Spirit Stones, Little Tian can't last five breaths."
"Pah! Have you forgotten the lesson from last time? I put down forty, betting at least ten breaths."
"A small bet keeps things fun, ten pieces, above thirty breaths!"
Seeing everyone eagerly join in, Chen Laoer laughed joyfully, adroitly collecting individual bets and recording the information.
Whaling in the ocean, a round trip taking at least a year, there's not much entertainment on the ship. Driven to boredom, gambling naturally became the crew's way of passing time and having fun.
