Another short pirate stared at Masha and Kuina, his eyes filled with greed.
They approached step by step, their boots making sticky sounds as they trod on the food scraps scattered across the floor.
The tall pirate walked up to the table, looked at the unfinished beef tongue braised in red wine and the exquisite fruit tart, and gave a mocking snort.
"Enjoying your meal, pretty boy?"
The tall pirate pointed the tip of his blade at Lorne's nose.
"If you know what's good for you, hand over your wallet and that sword."
"Then get on your knees and kowtow to me. If I'm in a good mood, I might let you all live."
Lorne ignored him.
His long, powerful fingers held a fork as he prepared to bring the last piece of beef tongue, coated in rich sauce, to his mouth.
However, the pirate was clearly enraged by Lorne's disregard.
"You little brat, are you deaf?"
"I'm talking to you!"
The short pirate cursed and slammed his palm against the edge of the dining table.
Bang!
The table shook violently.
The porcelain plate holding the beef tongue braised in red wine could not withstand the force. It instantly slid off the edge and crashed heavily onto the floor.
Crash!
With a crisp shattering sound, the exquisite porcelain plate broke into countless pieces.
The rich red wine sauce and carefully cooked beef tongue splattered across the floor, mixing with the filthy wood shavings.
Lorne's hand stopped in midair.
His fork was now empty.
Looking at the ruined delicacy on the floor, Lorne furrowed his brow slightly.
"What a... waste."
Lorne's voice was extremely quiet.
He slowly drew back his hand and gently set his knife and fork on the scratched tabletop.
The two crisp metallic clinks sounded particularly clear in