One more week until the crew arrived at Alport. At least that’s what he told himself. There had been a few rowdy storms along the seas, and he didn’t wish to encounter any more. Chip was running out of socks at this rate.

The pirate sat on a stack of crates, pulling out a coin purse he hid in his boot, tipping the gold into his palm. Chip sifted through the coins, making sure he hadn’t lost any.