Meanwhile……
Somewhere in the sky…… in the pirates' Buccaneer warship. The slave count had increased to 45,263.
Admiral Razorbeard's right-hand robot walked into the cabin, bracing himself for the yelling he might receive next.
"Now what?" Razorbeard demanded.
"He… he's found the third mask," the right-hand robot mumbled.
"WHAT?! BUT THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!!!" Razorbeard thundered. In anger, he stood up and jumped on his chair and fell off from it, dangling from it.
The right-hand robot lowered his head.
"If he finds that fourth one," Razorbeard warned, "I'll be coming for you……"
