"Oh my God..."
Looking at what lay inside the wreck of the Laurel, Danitz was momentarily speechless.
As a member of the Golden Dream, he had found quite a few treasures alongside his captain, but those had amounted to one or two chests at most. Once divided among the entire crew, each person barely received a few pieces of gold.
This was his first time seeing gold and jewels strewn across the ground like this.
"Did this... wash ashore?" He blankly surveyed the surrounding planks, which still bore obvious water stains and reeked of rot and mold.
"This damned stretch of sea... actually had something this good in it..."
"Wait! This isn't the time to stand around marveling!"
"There's less than an hour left!" Remembering Lorne's words, Danitz immediately cast aside every stray thought and lunged at the pile of jewels.
Even when his head was covered in bumps from diving straight onto a heap of irregularly shaped hard objects, he did not cry out in pain.
After all, the pain proved this was no illusion.
"Mine... it's all mine... I'm rich."
When every pocket was stuffed to bursting and could hold nothing more, Danitz simply took off his torn, bloodstained coat. He spread it on the ground as a makeshift bundle and frantically swept the valuables into it.
On the deck of the cargo ship nearby.
"Come to think of it, there ought to be quite a few other shipwrecks scattered around this stretch of sea besides the Laurel. If I send people to salvage them later, those should all count as discoveries first made by Viscount Scott too... heh."
"What do you think of Danitz?"
Hearing a sound behind him, Lorne turned and posed the question to Sharron, who floated down beside him.
Sharron glanced at Danitz, who