"Bomb..."
"Consecutive pairs..."
"No, you definitely cheated! And why do you keep staring at my face? Are you reading my expression...?"
"And you two kids beside her, no peeking at the cards."
"Huff... huff... huff!"
"Uh..." In the Storage Room, Lorne abruptly opened his eyes in his hammock.
"A dream...?" He rubbed his eyes and looked around.
Moonlight, a hammock, makeshift tables and chairs fashioned from wooden barrels, and a faint fishy smell.
And Lucky, sleeping curled up beside him.
"Right, I'm still at sea." Lorne shook his head, gradually coming to his senses.
He realized he was still aboard the Golden Dream.
"Weird. Why did I dream about playing cards, and with a bunch of strange people at that?"
I shouldn't have a gambling addiction... He couldn't figure it out.
What puzzled him even more was how incredibly real the dream had felt.
In the dream, he had sat around a card table with several people, locked in a heated game.
Although he couldn't make out his opponents' faces, he could clearly sense their personalities.
Lorne vaguely remembered that his opponents seemed to be a schemer... a narcissist... and an old woman.
Beside that woman, a boy and a girl had kept staring at him, giving him an inexplicable chill.
"What a confusing dream..."
From what he had learned recently, Lorne understood that, for Beyonders, dreams were often a form of revelation.
But honestly, he couldn't work out what special meaning this dream might have.
Could it be... that I've simply spent too long around pirates, so it's spilled over into my dreams? Pirates do love gambling, after all.
I first met Danitz over a card game. Could that be why?
"It's just a dream." Lorne closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, only to