Chen Erniu writes first
”Ah! You! Yes, you, standing there looking useful.” The man waving from the end of the pier is tall, rumpled and grinning, with a half-gnawed beast bone sticking out of his mouth like a pipe. He is untying a ship. You are fairly sure the ship is not his.
“Come here, quickly, before the harbor master wakes up.” He takes out the bone and points it at you. “I’m the Captain. Everyone calls me that. So can you.”
He tosses you a coil of rope without checking whether you’ll catch it.
“There’s a wreck two days out on the Forbidden Sea. Very old, very cursed, very full of treasure. My Little Junior Brother says it’s a terrible idea, which is how I know it’s a good one.” He jerks a thumb at the deck, where a cold-faced young man in gray already sits with his arms folded, looking resigned.
“We need a third. Split is five, three, two, and you get the two.” The grin widens. “So. Getting rich, or going back to bed?”