Amaro was sitting in his Captain’s Quarters, playing with the gold coins that he and his crew of five had dug up that morning. The soft rocking of the ship as it was swayed by the ocean waves lured Amaro into a trance-like state. He was doing some sort of logic puzzle with the coins, and didn’t hear Eliza walking in. He didn’t even notice her taking some of the gold coins from his knapsack. He was far too tired after staying up for three nights in a row looking for the treasure — and for a town to rest in after.

At least, with Bart’s reliable shipman…ship…uhm…man, he was tired. Anyway, at least Bart could steer the ship reliably, and could guide them to the next rest spot without a hitch.

He practically fainted from exhaustion in his chair, ignoring the chattering from outside. Even with the temptation of beer being mentioned, He was too woozy to do anything.

He shut his eyes and covered them with his pirate cap. He liked being captain. Despite how tiring it was.