The seagulls flew over the silver-sailed ship and let out raucous calls, echoing across the open sea.
"Mmh…" Ambrose opened his eyes and saw the sun's shining light attacking his eyes, forcing him to squint in discomfort.
He slowly sat up, scratching his messy hair, and looked around the deck, where the sleeping pirates were sprawled out, their empty bottles and fallen chairs scattered everywhere.
"Yawn!"
He let out a loud yawn, then stood up and opened a hatch that led to the lower deck.
After stumbling inside the storage room, he opened one of the wine barrels, and as he dipped a cup into the barrel, he noticed it was empty.
With a furrowed brow, he went through every barrel and noticed that they were all empty.
"We drank it all last night…"
Ambrose tossed the cup away, climbed up the ladder, and stared at the passed-out pirates.
"Wake up, you mongrels!"