A moment later, the crew lined behind him as he proudly stood on the bow, the sea's wind whipping his clothes and his eyes fixed on the horizon.
He pointed his fingers towards the vast expense, anticipation rushing through his soul as he commanded.
"To Skullcove! We attack any ship we see on the way!"
"Y-Yeeeh!"
The crew members raised their shaky fists and offered a convictionless shout, unsure how to react when faced with the powerful brat's excitement. They threw subtle glances at their captain, seeking advice and still wondering why it happened to them.
"Don't look at me, and don't provoke him for the next three days," the captain whispered, his lips twisted in worry.
Then, his face paled in terror as he remembered why they spent time on the coast.
