Mock Battles

One of the pirates, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward. "How do we know you won't bring more trouble to us?" he demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Arthur met his gaze, unflinching. "You have my word. I will do everything in my power to aid you and make up for the chaos my actions have caused. But first, we need to work together to ensure everyone's safety."

The pirate hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Fine. But we'll be watching you."

With the initial tension somewhat eased, Rain led Arthur to a secluded corner of the deck where they could talk privately. They sat on wooden crates, the salty sea breeze ruffling their hair as they caught up after so long apart.

"So, have you had any luck finding your master?" Arthur asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.