"Tracy...?!"
"Wait... how did that guy Sherlock run into Tracy in Bayam?! How could a coincidence like this even exist?"
Reading the letter, Lorne lost his composure and blurted out a complaint.
Tracy... At the sound of that name, Sharron's beautiful eyes flickered as she sat quietly beside him. She lowered her head and pressed her lips together almost imperceptibly.
That name had left a deep impression on her...
"And Danitz... is he under some kind of curse?"
"How does he keep running into weirdos..." Lorne rubbed his brow, his head aching.
Honestly, considering his string of absurd experiences at sea, Lorne knew perfectly well that he wasn't exactly normal himself.
But wasn't the likelihood of Danitz encountering "weirdos" a little too high?
He had been doing perfectly fine as the Golden Dream's Sailor Chief. Why had he gone to Bayam and run into Sherlock? From the letter's description, he had even inexplicably become the man's lackey...
And Tracy too... didn't I already explain that everything back then was a misunderstanding? Why was she still hounding Danitz, even kidnapping him? Now Sherlock had gotten mixed up in this mess too...
Wait!
Lorne's pupils contracted sharply as he belatedly realized something!
Sherlock had gotten involved with Danitz, and with Tracy in the mix...
That meant Sherlock might already know everything that had happened to him at sea...
Including his abduction by Tracy, how she had squeezed him dry aboard the Black Death, and all those ridiculous nicknames at sea... uh...
Oh no! This was a disaster! Anyone could find out about those things, but not him!
For a moment, Lorne felt his "humanity" was about to overflow.
"Phew... calm down. I need to calm down..." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure.
The letter had arrived several