Angel, who had just been laughing at "Flame" for his soaring bounty and marveling at the mountain of gold at sea, could not laugh at all now.
She looked around. Seeing that no one paid attention to these pirate "portraits," whose bounties were high but whose danger was even greater, she slowly stepped forward, tore down her own wanted poster, and studied it carefully.
She found that aside from the change in amount, the rest of the description was no different from before.
"No one knows how I hunted 'Steel,' and even if the Mandated Punishers divined additional information, the timing of the bounty increase doesn't match Danitz's... The only possibility is that the captain of the Blue Mountain Rose reported the destruction of the City Breaker on the way to Midway Island, and the Church of Storms judged me to be more dangerous... Sigh, islands connected by undersea telegraph cables are far too unfriendly to wanted criminals."
With that thought, Angel crumpled the wanted poster into a ball and tossed it into the nearby trash heap. Then she smoothed out Flame's wanted poster, which had been lifted by the wind, making him more conspicuous.
"Hope your bounty exceeds mine soon, Mr. 6,000 pounds..."
She muttered, picked up her suitcase, blended into the crowd, and headed for the short-distance ferry she planned to take.
Para Island was only about forty nautical miles from Midway Island. The steam ferry would take three hours, so this vessel, which could carry over a hundred people, had no cabins. It only had two large rooms for passengers to rest in and a spacious deck. The compartments below deck served as cargo holds, carrying industrial goods and raw materials that Para Island could not produce locally.
Not long after Angel boarded, the ferry set off