"Whew, whew, whew... I can't do this anymore..." Elizabeth wiped away her sweat.
She had never expected that, as a sixth-tier thief, she could not even handle something as simple as scrubbing a deck.
Just then, Bald Pirate crouched down beside her and began scrubbing alongside her.
"What's gotten into you today, girl? Why are you making such a fuss over everything?" Bald Pirate glared at Elizabeth—if he had had eyes.
Talking to a skeleton was an experience Elizabeth had never found so novel before.
"I-I... I probably didn't sleep well." No matter how foolish Elizabeth was, she knew she could not tell the truth at a time like this.
"Tch, you were the one who begged me to take you aboard back then." Bald Pirate looked utterly disdainful. "I told you this voyage was dangerous. Even I might not make it back, let alone you."
"But there you were, lecturing me about how the greatest disgrace for a pirate was dying in a sickbed rather than on the road of adventure."
"Sigh... It's all your second uncle's fault for leading you astray. Ever since you were little, I wanted you to get away from all this and become a scholar. Why couldn't you just study properly? Why did you have to go on adventures with your second uncle? The places you went weren't even that dangerous. If everyone could return safely every time, why would your second uncle have died?"
"I..." Elizabeth lowered her head.
From the sound of it, was this man my father?
"Sigh... Your father was no better. He drank and gambled all day, but what could I do? He saved my life." Bald Pirate immediately shattered Elizabeth's assumption, then cursed, "Damn it, I'm not a qualified pirate at all. Otherwise, if I'd just stabbed your