"Burp~~" Krona, with a hint of red on his face, put his wine glass on the transparent glass table and leaned back against the unusually soft sofa behind him. "You don't think we're really going to fight the Governor of British Island, do you? We have no chance of winning."
"What are you afraid of, if we can't win just desert the island and run away, what's so scary about that? I know quite a few people in the pirates' territory," said the Doctor, picking up a glass bottle of liquor from the table and pouring it into his iron flask.
"You can do that, being alone, but I have four sons. Where could I take them? Follow you to the pirates' lair to become pirates??" Chef Frey countered.
In the lavishly decorated living room, the crew members were all pondering the previous news, concerning each of their fates. They were all very anxious.
