"The lamps and candles have all been extinguished. You can come up now."
Leaning against the railing, Angel spoke softly downward.
A moment later, Alger the Hanged Man carefully climbed up the rope ladder. His gaze swiftly swept across the deck, and only after confirming that there was no firelight he feared so deeply, only moonlight, did he climb over the railing and return to the Blue Avenger.
The instant his feet touched the deck, he used his captain's authority to order the Ghost Ship to extinguish every light from the upper deck to his captain's cabin. Only then did his taut back and limbs relax.
So this was how I acted under the Magician Pocket Watch's negative effects... Angel suppressed the corners of her lips and adopted a solemn expression as she looked at Mr. Hanged Man, who had fallen into a full twelve-hour state of Fear of Firelight.
Though Klein remained expressionless beside her, his gaze also rested on Alger with great interest. Angel guessed that if they had not all been Mr. Fool's believers, and if they had not just cooperated, he might have tried to light a small flame and play the arrogant, mad Adventurer.
The few sailors nearby stared curiously at their captain. This powerful Seafarer had looked calm before leaving the Blue Avenger, as though he were merely accompanying two employers on an outing. Now, however, fear filled his eyes. Blue, foul-smelling liquid covered his shirt and face, and he hunched slightly like a hamster.
"Return to your posts. We set sail in five minutes and leave this place."
Alger ordered with a stiff face, swiftly driving the sailors from the deck. After all, the sailors' real "posts" were merely cleaning the ship's interior, cooking, and washing clothes.
After serving aboard this Ghost Ship