"Battle stations," he muttered to his empty room, though his hands moved with the precision of a real sailor.
"Keep your gold," he typed into the global chat. "The chase was worth more." VagiЕі jЕ«ra internete
He didn't fire immediately. He waited until the wind caught their sails, then pulled a Sharp Turn. The sound of digital wood splintering echoed through his headset. As he boarded their ship, the voice chat erupted in a mix of frantic Lithuanian and English. "Battle stations," he muttered to his empty room,
As he sailed the Midnight Gale back into the fog, Lukas realized that the "Vagių jūra" wasn't just about what you took from others—it was about the stories you left behind in the vast, flickering blue of the internet. flickering blue of the internet.