Discovering a pirate who was worth 3,000 pounds board the ship in disguise, Klein immediately felt wary. He smiled to Denton and Donna who were beside him and said, “I’ve got a friend.”
He calmly walked towards the Rear Admiral Iceberg’s fourth boatswain, locking his eyes on the other party.
In his eyes, the reserved and stern adventurer was a genuine monster draped in human skin!
Just as Danitz was about to make his move, he suddenly calmed down because he remembered what happened last night: the adventurer hadn’t attacked him and had allowed him to leave!
Klein walked over, one step at a time, and smiled.
“Good morning, we meet again.”
That gentle and courteous smile of his made Danitz shudder for some inexplicable reason. He pursed his lips and said, “Good morning.”
Klein maintained his persona, his expression turning cold.
“What are you doing on the ship?”
“Heading to the Rorsted Archipelago,” Blazing Danitz, who was also considered a famous pirate, answered honestly.
“Why are you heading there?” Klein calmly asked.
Danitz forced a smile and said, “Waiting for our Captain’s orders. Perhaps there will be a mission arranged for me.”
For him, this was considered a pretty good result. At most, he would waste a ticket.
Klein fell silent, so silent that Danitz’s hair stood on end.
It was a full five or six seconds before he spoke again.
“Which cabin do you live in?”
“First-class, Room 312.” Danitz raised the ticket in his hand to eye level.
He didn’t dare to look down for fear that the enemy would seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
Klein nodded indiscernibly.
“Is there a servant room?”
“Yes,” Blazing Danitz subconsciously answered, but his heart was at a loss. He had no idea why the man was posing such a question at him.
Then, he heard the man say to him in a flat tone like he was speaking to a subordinate,
“You’ll sleep there.”
Klein glanced at him and said one word in a faint voice, “Hostage.”
“Fine.” He exhaled helplessly.
“To your cabin.” Klein maintained the perfect Gehrman Sparrow persona.
After opening the door, Klein took a quick look and found the place several times better than second class.
The living room was about thirty square meters and was connected to a master bedroom and three servant rooms. It had a separate bathroom, a standard wardrobe, and a mahogany desk.
Danitz put down his suitcase and glanced at the servant rooms. He suddenly thought of an important question.
“Is the master bedroom going to be left empty just like that?”
The moment he finished speaking, he already knew the answer.
“It’s mine.” Klein smiled in a gentleman-like fashion.
Klein paced on the carpet in the room and said while pointing to the door, “Come with me downstairs.”
“… Alright.” Danitz was a little lost, unsure what the man was up to.
The adventurer and famous pirate duo soon arrived at the second-class cabins and found Klein’s original room.
After opening the door, Klein didn’t enter. He pointed inside and said to Danitz, “Tidy the things on the desk and put them in the suitcase.”
In a blink of an eye, he felt a surge of anger rush to the top of his head.
Klein gave him a cold look when he saw that Blazing Danitz was standing motionless like a petrified statue.
Danitz’s body suddenly trembled.
He took a deep breath and replied with a smile which looked worse than crying, “Alright.”
Aggrieved, he bent over and entered the cabin that didn’t have a very high ceiling, swiftly putting the items that were scattered outside into the suitcase.
Without needing Klein to remind him, he placed the things in order, even more carefully than how he dealt with his own luggage.
After doing all this, he carried the suitcase and followed Klein upstairs.
Along the way, he always had the impulse to sneak attack the man’s back, but in the end, he held back.
After returning to Room 312, Danitz clenched his teeth, swallowed his saliva, and said, “How should I address you?”
“Gehrman Sparrow,” Klein responded succinctly.
For the sake of his persona, Klein didn’t choose the reclining chair. Instead, he randomly chose a hard wooden chair to sit down on.
He leaned back in his chair, his body slightly hunched as he clasped his hands together, and said to Blazing Danitz, “Tell me about the famous pirates you know of.”
“There are a lot of them,” Danitz replied, feeling somewhat stumped.
He stood where he was, afraid to move, like a servant.
Klein slowly curled his lips up and said, “Do it in accordance with the bounties.”
With that, he pointed to the chair opposite him.
“Have a seat.”
With a sigh of relief, Danitz hurriedly sat down.
He suddenly felt that the man wasn’t too bad; he was at least willing to give him a seat.
…
The White Agate sailed out into the open sea and moved at a speed of 13 knots until noon.
Blazing Danitz, whose mouth was going dry from all the talk, was finally permitted to stop. He took his ticket and led Klein to the first-class dining restaurant.
The restaurant was decorated elegantly, with violinists playing in the corner and barriers separating the tables to ensure the privacy of one’s dining environment.
After walking a few steps, Klein met Donna’s family and Cleves. They occupied a large table and were waiting for the waiter to serve the dishes.
“Uncle Sparrow!” Because of their shared secret, the little boy, Denton, had changed the way he addressed him.
Donna blinked, fully expressing her doubts.
She clearly remembered that Uncle Sparrow lived in a second-class cabin and wasn’t supposed to be in this restaurant.
Klein waved his hand with a smile as a greeting, then he pointed at Danitz and said, “He’s treating.”
“Is that so…” Donna sized up Danitz curiously, and they felt that the gentleman looked odd, especially his eyebrows which looked extremely unnatural.
Cleves put down his fork and knife, and, after two seconds of silence, he asked, “Your friend?”
Klein chuckled and turned his head to Danitz.
“What do you think the answer should be?”
Danitz gritted his teeth, then he forced a smile.
“Gehrman once saved me.”
Cleves looked Danitz up and down a few times and said nothing more.
Passing the Donna family, Klein found a table by the window.
The waiter came with great enthusiasm and handed over the menu.
“Charcoal steak, red wine foie gras, vegetable salad…” Danitz scanned the menu and couldn’t help but sigh. “Ships that dock for resupplying every two to three days are better. There’s plenty of fresh food. When you encounter a ship that floats on the sea for one to two weeks, you can only cycle between beer, cured meat, and various canned goods. It’s so monotonous that it drives you crazy. However, the sea itself will also provide fresh food. Heh heh, but this requires one to have sufficient judgment. We had a sailor on our ship who once had a beautiful lobster, only to suffer diarrhea until his ass nearly…”
As a pirate, he had the habit of using vulgar language for descriptions, but after he looked at Gehrman Sparrow’s expression, he changed his vocabulary.
“Suffer diarrhea until his ass nearly fell off.”
“All of these.”
“Alright.” The waiter’s expression didn’t change at all.
At that moment, Klein saw Captain Elland enter the dining room and pass by, so he simply greeted him.
When he looked back, he saw that Blazing Danitz was already looking out the window, as if he was watching the scenery.
“The Captain knows you?” Klein asked in a tone close to a statement.
Danitz let out a hollow chuckle.
“We fought his crew back when he was the boatswain of the Wilhelm V.
“Besides, I’m also considered quite a famous pirate…”
At this point, Danitz recalled his current situation and suddenly became depressed. Hence, he changed the topic.
“I’ve always wondered why Just Elland would suddenly quit the Navy. By then, he was already an Arbiter.”
