After recovering from the delight of a potential one hundred eighty thousand gold coins, he left the captain. Of course, he didn't forget to remind the captain about bathing and changing clothes. After all, with all the dead mage practitioners, he and his crew had entire wardrobes featuring classic attire and military uniforms.
They also negotiated the twenty percent share of the revenue.
He didn't mind it much and agreed to let the captain keep the cannons. The pirate would then claim an additional sixteen thousand gold, buy a brand new ship and charge the magical weapons on its deck.
Instead of wasting time on details since only the money interested him, he focused on the siege weapon and assembled one on the deck.
The crew observed with trembling eyes, a sense of awe washing over them as a mechanical ballista wafting mystery for the non-enchanters took form.
But to him? It was just a toy compared to his macuahuitl.
