After returning to the expansive port and taking in the several dozens of pirate ships, he followed Flintwaters to the moored Crimson Tempest.
He smiled as he saw the familiar crew members and a few new heads sunbathing or lazing on the clean deck.
'They look much better after following my advice!'
Those ruffians transpired vitality through their healthy skins and bright faces. Their clean clothes gave them a distinguished look that was uncommon for pirates. Yet, it only added to their menace to him.
'Rich pirates are more dangerous than poor amateurs.'
He chuckled and turned to Flintwaters.
"Let's depart now."
A stilly glint flashed in the pirate captain's eyes as he nodded and roared his commands.
"Unfurl the sails and remove the anchor, but don't pray for today we'll seek a blessing from the Tide Caller in person!"
Despite their initial hesitation, the crew's eyes sparkled with defiance as they roared.
