Ambrose summoned the Tyrant Hammer into his hand emotionlessly and approached Loro. "Disloyal and ungrateful, you would be better off as Brother Dragon's companion in the afterlife."
Loro began to sweat in fear when he sensed the menace oozing from Ambrose. All smugness was drained from him; he knelt and pleaded. "Please forgive me, Captain, for the insubordination. I beg of you; please give me another chance..." Loro desperately wished he could turn back time. He thought he could seize the opportunity to become the leader, but it was apparent that he had made the wrong choice. Death might be the consequence for him.
Ambrose let out a long sigh. "Fine, I will give you one more chance. I hope that you will learn from that. I won't be so forgiving next time."
If he had to be completely honest, Ambrose would have preferred to have Loro killed right there and then. However, he had only just become the Blood Sharks Captain, and they were in the middle of the Ruins Sea. Danger lurked in every corner; they would need all hands on deck. It would not be wise to kill off one of the best fighters amongst them, so Ambrose decided to spare Loro; he hoped that the man would make up for his mistakes.
Phew!
Loro relaxed visibly as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. Then, he exclaimed, "Thank you for pardoning me, Captain." Loro stood up and retreated into the crowd without another word. Ambrose looked around him and ordered, "Let's rest and get ready to enter the depths of the Ruins Sea." Ambrose was sure that Hidden Dragon could still be alive even though he was sucked into the whirlpool. So, he wanted to inspect the depths of the Ruins Sea.
"Aye, aye, Captain!" The Blood Sherlock Four Sisters and rest responded in unison.
"My kind sir!" Heather hurried toward Ambrose. Her tone was soft and sincere as she said, "Are you heading into the Ruins Sea? I have lived there all my life; I can show you the way." Ambrose was surprised to hear that; he immediately held Heather's hands in joy. "Thank you."
A pink blush blossomed on Heather's alluring features when Ambrose held her hand. She thought of pulling away but was too embarrassed to do so. Finally, Ambrose realized he was out of line and let go awkwardly. "I am sorry. I will ask my men to prepare a cabin for you. You should get some rest too." Heather agreed and went to the cabin.
For a split second, Ambrose was lost in thoughts as Heather walked away. Ever since he was a child, he thought that his mother, his aunt Yvette and his sister Eira had been the most beautiful women in the world. He never thought that he would come across such a beautiful woman on his journey.
"Pfft!" Her brother's dazed expression amused Eira. "Brother, if you really like her, just go on and confess already. Else, you're going to regret it when she returns to the Sea Mackie Clan."
Eira had always been a witty young lady, and it only took one look for her to figure out that her brother was head over heels for Heather. She was his sister, so she had to support him.
"I... I am not..." Ambrose blushed as he mumbled.
Heather's elegant form lingered in the back of his mind; he could not help the butterflies in his stomach. Finally, Eira smiled and decided to leave her brother alone.
Miles away on the shores of Mid Sky City in Middle Terra, a man named Darryl Darby laid unconscious; his body was soaked. He was pushed down the mountain before he fell into the river, and the current brought him a few kilometers away. He did not know how long he was out, but it felt like he had been stuck in a long dream, and then he was awake. Unfortunately, he was left with nothing but a headache.
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