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Sturmhond decided to stay at the Billy of Tea for a few more hours. He would go over to the main ship when it was lunch time, but until then, he enjoyed Teuta's and Butch's company on the Quarterdeck. The old sailor told them stories about his adventures and although they were interesting, he didn't even let Teuta or Sturmhond ask a question or interrupt, he just kept talking. While he was explaining in detail how him and his crew robbed a treasure, Teuta and Sturmhond exchanged confused looks and amused headshakes.
After Butch continued to talk for an hour, Teuta excused herself to the main deck to see if the ropes were tied correctly, leaving Sturmhond alone with the fiddler. He had given her a pleading look when she announced her leave, signalling her with his eyes to ask him to join her, but she just grinned at him before she walked down the stairs. All Sturmhond wanted to do was to run after and tell her how bad of a person she was for leaving him behind - in a joking way, obviously.
Instead, he remained at Butch's side and watched Teuta talk to her crew while indeed checking the ropes. "... and then, there was this sailor who told me about a job under the command of the famous Buzzard-"
"Teuta told me the children thought I was the Buzzard when we took the Billy of Tea," Sturmhond interrupted Butch. "You tell them stories about him. Are they true?"
The fiddler squinted his eyes. "Of course, they are true! I have seen him with my own two eyes!"
"Well, I'm not saying that I don't trust an old sailor with bad eye sight but let's say I demand proof of your claim ... Do you?"
Without answering, Butch put his hands into the pocket of his jacket and pulled something out. Sturmhond forgot how to breath for a moment and carefully took the coin from Butch's open hand. "So, he is real ... and he found the treasure?"
"Aye. A sailor gave it to me before he did, telling me to keep an eye on it. He said it could be important when the Buzzard would strike against the world because he has unfinished business left, it seems like the treasure wasn't the only thing he was after – he only spoke of the gold so others wouldn't look for what he desired most."
Butch nodded knowingly, watching Sturmhond as he twisted and turned the piece of gold between his fingers. It was real gold and the embossing was unmistakable. He had thought it was a legend, just like the Buzzard.
"And what is that?"
"The door to the Other Side."
Sturmhond handed the coin back to its owner. "To the after life?"
"Aye."
"What was he hoping to find there?"
"Just like there is good and evil among the people, so there is with the spirits we pray to. Every child knows the sayings and chants that we hail the Saints with but there are people out there to pray to others as well."
