The Price of Fame

The party walked back to the shore of the island. There the lonely Leviathan was at sea waiting for the return of its Captain. The rest of the ships that Dave had captured from the Pirates were already on their way back to the Dead Realm.

Dave was still wondering how the ships would get through the teleportation gate at the bottom of the sea. Though the vessels belonged to undead pirates, they hadn't been ghost ships.

Still Gafgar assured him that the Undead had their way.

"So, another lengthy ride back home?" Lone asked. Sailing toward treasure island had been nice and all and looking forward to the treasure had helped immensely. But going back home from a trip was always the least preferable part of any journey.

"Nah, there's no need for that. Gafgar, I entrust the Leviathan to you. Bring her back safely to the Dead Realm and I will call upon you if the need arises. The rest of us will teleport back." Dave said.