The last rays of sunlight filter through the cabin's windows, making the metallic tool on the desk gleam under their touch. A smell of old rum and tobacco permeates the air. 

The captain closes the chest, and turns to Gustav. "This chest contains roughly two thousand ducats. It is only an advance, to be divided between the four of you. When the job is done, you will receive one of these each." Lorenz turns to Heinrich, with a serious face.

"The law has no business in this affair. The Sea Serpent is currently located in a land where the Empire has no jurisdiction, neither de iure nor de facto. Thus, I am afraid that more...silent methods are required. If everything goes the way it should go, there will be no bloodshed involved. And I am sure that men of your competence will have no trouble in succeding."