"Hiccup..." With a faint flush on his face, Krona set his glass down on the glass table and leaned back against the exceptionally soft sofa behind him. "Do you guys think we'll really end up fighting the Governor of British Island? We don't stand a chance."
"What's there to be afraid of? If we can't win, we just abandon the island and run. There's nothing scary about that. I know plenty of people in pirate territory," the Doctor said, grabbing the glass bottle of rum from the table and pouring it into his iron flask.
"That's easy for you to say since you're all alone. I've got four sons. Where am I supposed to take them? Follow you to a pirate's den and become a pirate myself?" Chef Frey shot back.
In the lavishly decorated living room, the crew were all mulling over the recent news. It concerned every one of them, and their anxiety was plain to see.
