After a brief moment of hesitation, Cross scoffed, shaking your hand without meeting your eye. He was ashamed to have come to an uneasy alliance with you, his greatest enemy. Despite the guilt feeling that was screaming at him to leave, he knew that he had no choice but to stay and help your crew.

It’s a deal. But you need to keep your end of the bargain. My crew is coming into your ship, so you’ll be responsible for providing us with meals and weapons.

His eyes narrowed as he spoke, wanting to make sure you knew the details as well as he did. Folding his arms over his chest, he mentally ran through the agreement the two of you had spoken about previously. It was a two-way protection system; your ship would protect his, and he would protect you.