"He's just holding on with incredible will!" the captain said, "If he could stand, he definitely wouldn't be sitting in his cabin! How many times has he stood at the bow of the ship, all day long. If he could move, why would I... anyway, the former captain was a lion, but now he's just a sick cat!"
Bruno was silent for a while, not speaking. He knew the captain must be seriously ill, as the smell of blood couldn't be hidden. After a long time, Bruno finally asked,
"Diego, how many men do you have under your command?"
Sailor Chief Diego "hmmphed", glanced at Brulo, then lifted his head and said,
"Matim, Haroldo, and I together have over twenty battle-ready sailors under our command, all armed with scimitars, daggers, and five matchlock guns! If we include your men and Ivo's, definitely over thirty!"