Gaul breathes a rare sigh of relief. “Thanks for the jacket, Smough. I am in no shape to fight her. Maybe if I still had a bloodstone, but I was sharing with Sia, who you just met.” He pauses a moment. “Maybe then I could wield the power I had when I took out your moon.”

Realizing he’s said too much, Gaul clamps his jaw shut and tosses the jacket back to the pirate. He begins to walk away, when an idea strikes him.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any spare bloodstones laying around, would you?”