Michael nodded. Rising from his seat, he poured wine into a glass from the bottle on the captain's desk and spoke.
"Yes. Thanks to your efforts, the Radiant Holy Kingdom's economy is faltering. They're probably starting to realize it, too. It won't be long before they begin scouring the nearby seas to root us out."
Drake nodded silently.
After taking a sip from the glass Michael handed him, he asked,
"Are you giving us this task to keep us away from them?"
Michael, leaning against the captain's pillar and feeling the ship's gentle rocking, shook his head.
"No, not exactly. This is something that truly needs to be done. And it's a job only you and your seasoned crew can accomplish."
A spark of curiosity lit up Drake's handsome face.
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
"Now you've piqued my interest. What exactly do you want us to do?"
Michael saw the glint of ocean-hardened curiosity in Drake's eyes—and smiled.
"I want you to find a treasure island."
