"Shit! Why is all my money gone?!"
On the deck of the Golden Dream, Danitz grabbed "Tin Can" Bridge by the collar and shook him frantically.
"Why?!"
"Hey! Yelling at me won't help! I'm not the one who made you put your money into the stock market!"
Tin Can shoved Danitz away, his face full of disdain.
"You heard that the Backlund stock market was doing well and begged me to find a way for you to invest. I only agreed to help as a favor!"
"And because I believed your bullshit, I put a few hundred pounds in myself! Now I've lost every penny, and I haven't even settled that score with you yet-"
Tin Can walked away, cursing, leaving a devastated Danitz standing there alone in a daze.
"Shit-why did a perfectly good stock market suddenly crash-"
This time, Danitz's losses were horrific. He had invested almost all the bounty money he had left from last time-
-and the result-
Clearly, the financial storm that had originated in Backlund had already reached the distant seas.
"It's over-my money!" His face twisted in anguish, Danitz finally collapsed to his knees and let out a despairing wail.
Taking advantage of the recent drop in Bayam's property prices, he had reserved several more houses from fellow pirates. He had even had the agreements notarized and paid the deposits.
But when the financial crisis struck, private investors in Backlund desperately sold off large quantities of their colonial properties at rock-bottom prices to replenish their funds and plug the holes in the financial market. As a result, housing prices in Bayam kept falling.
A month ago, Danitz had thought he had landed the bargain of a lifetime. Now, he was on the verge of losing even the shirt off his back.
The problem