Inside a dimly lit tavern in Tiana Harbor.
"Ha-now this is living!"
Danitz grabbed a bottle of Blackland, tipped his head back, and took a long swig. The fiery liquid slid down his throat, leaving him wonderfully refreshed.
These two days were the Golden Dream's shore leave for resupplying, and a rare chance for him to indulge himself.
Eight thousand two hundred pounds! I got a full eight thousand two hundred pounds!
Just thinking about that figure made Danitz want to shout with excitement.
Honestly, with the alcohol egging him on, he wanted to climb onto the table and boast to the entire tavern about his recent "heroic exploits." But his last shred of reason stopped him from doing anything so dangerous.
Drinking could lead to trouble. He still had a bounty of nearly seven thousand pounds on his head. Although this was one of the Golden Dream's bases, there was no telling what might happen.
Keep a low profile. I have to keep a low profile!
"I'm a rich man now, too." He smugly sipped his drink.
The bounties for Admiral of Blood Seniors and the other pirates had already been successfully claimed through an intermediary. After deducting the intermediary's cut and the handling fee Brando had promised the captain, they had received over forty-one thousand pounds in total.
Brando had promised him twenty percent, which meant he had received the enormous sum of eight thousand two hundred pounds all at once!
He had also become the person with the most ready cash aboard the Golden Dream, second only to the captain.
"Those days had every faction chasing me around like a dog, but the ending wasn't bad." Remembering the days he had spent hiding and fleeing with Lorne, Danitz couldn't help giving a wry smile.
*The old man