Bounty Distribution (Third Update)

Bang! Bang!

Sifa and Edward took turns covering each other, shooting down pirates rushing up from the bottom of the ship. None of these men were good people anyway; for every one who died, there would be one fewer innocent person harmed at sea.

When they reached the bottom of the hold, they found Quincy sitting on the flooded stairs, resting. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up, swept his gaze over Sifa and Edward, and said, "If you're here to help, there's no need. It's already over."

Over?

Sifa then noticed a corpse drifting toward them. The face of the corpse was covered in smeared, melted makeup.

The pirate ship's first mate?

Smiling Clown?

Sifa reassessed Quincy. He had a bad temper and did not get along with others, but he was no rookie. A rookie could not possibly remain this calm after taking down a pirate.

"Nicely done. Now we can all join Black Sails together."

Quincy glanced at Sifa, let out a cold snort, rose to his feet, and rudely brushed past the two of them.

"He looks like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment." Edward made an exploding gesture with both hands.

Sifa smiled faintly and patted the poet's shoulder. "Let's go. It should be over upstairs too."

Just as Sifa had said.

By the time they returned to the deck, the battle was over. More than a dozen pirates had surrendered, and the boatswain was directing men to temporarily detain them.

Sifa looked around but did not see Mr. Thief. Puzzled, he asked, "Where did Frank go?"

Inside a washroom in the cabin, Frank took all manner of things from his pockets. He set aside a letter and an iron box. Just as he was about to open the box, a deep voice