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……"