In his palm was a necklace made of shells and the bones of unknown water beasts. Franklin looked at it quietly. The sea breeze ruffled his hair. On a mast behind him, the banner of the Yingou pirate ship was still fluttering. Franklin's figure was like an iron tower erected on this pirate ship, becoming the shadow of the dozen or so remaining pirates on the ship.

Oh, no. Ever since Franklin became the captain, they had gone from pirates to sailors.

After leaving ...