Could someone really have their sights set on the Eastern?
At the thought, Old John rolled over and sat up in bed.
After all, he had only just signed a contract with the "Medium" of South Los-it stipulated that he had to escort the Eastern on twenty voyages before he could regain his freedom!
Then...
What if the Eastern sank?
Those twenty voyages would be a distant dream!
Because the contract stipulated that if the Eastern sank due to circumstances beyond anyone's control, he would temporarily provide services to the "Medium" of South Los until the Eastern was rebuilt. Once the new Eastern was launched, he would resume fulfilling the original terms of the contract.
Simply put, if the Eastern sank and took a long time to rebuild, he would have to keep serving the "Medium" of South Los.
Hiss!
At that thought, Old John sucked in a breath of cold air, inwardly exclaiming at how close he had come to disaster.
Then he sneered.
Don't think you can play that kind of trick on me!
I'll keep a very close eye on the Eastern!
With that in mind, the old pirate began packing up his bedding.
"Lord John, what are you...?"
Awakened by the noise, Xavier looked bewildered.
"I'm going to the docks to sleep aboard the Eastern."
After that brief explanation, Old John walked straight out.
"Wait for me, Lord John!"
Xavier instantly grabbed his bedding and followed.
The young man from Coconut Island followed John almost instinctively.
It stemmed from his admiration for the strong.
And beyond that?
Naturally, it was also because he identified with his new role.
To this young man from Coconut Island, becoming a sailor aboard the Eastern was a very good job. In the past, finding such respectable work in South Los