A pirate ship sliced through the waves on the sea, old but not hindering its speed. Swift was the word.
On the deck, a few scruffy, dirty sailors were talking.
"Old geezer! Is this Hamlet really as wealthy as the rumors say?"
"You young punks wouldn't know, but back in the day, who didn't know about Hamlet? Even Totnes couldn't compare..."
An old man grinned with a mouth missing several teeth, with a few dreamy memories.
The long exposure to the sun and wind from pirate life had made him look extremely aged, and his thin body made one doubt whether he could still wield a knife.
"Bah! Boasting again, being better than Totnes, my foot."
"Ridiculous, then why is Hamlet gone now?"
"Of course, it's because he's dying with the old geezer."
"Hahaha!"
Not waiting for the old man to finish, several interrupted him with mocking comments and laughed, full of ridicule.
They weren't asking seriously; they were just looking for amusement.
But the topic sparked discussions among others.
