"Then you agree to the payment, Blackbeard. I want all the gold we have in our sacks kept to ourselves. We earned that," Vol said. Ordinarily, the agreement was to bag as much as they could, and share it between the entire team of raiders, based on contribution.
Blackbeard's cheek twitched, as he saw their bulging bags. "All that? Greedy. Very greedy."
"Not as greedy as you, trying to pass off our achievements without paying us," Vol said again.
"Gods, you're a shit negotiator you are, absolute load of horsecock, all this dribbling. You act your age the second you open your mouth, I tell you that," Blackbeard said, but they were drawing closer and closer to the cliff, and his answer couldn't wait. "Fine. Take your agreement, you greedy bastard, but know that the men won't thank you for it. You've robbed them of wealth."
"Whilst giving them their lives," Vol said. "If any of them have a problem with that, then I'll kill them myself."
