Crowley had spent enough time in the company of brigands and pirates to recognize their ilk but the demon didn’t say anything. He just surreptitiously made sure his money was well hidden and secure before leaning against the rail beside Hayate. Unlike the ninja, the demon took little pleasure in the sea-spray and brisk winds. Grumbling under his breath, he turned up his collar and burrowed deeper into his coat in an attempt to shield his suit as best he could.
“I hate to sound like a bloody worrywart but hidden treasures and the like usually come with booby-traps and curses on them, don’t they?” Crowley whispered as he leaned close to Hayate. Even though none of the crew were close, the demon showed an understandable amount of paranoia about being overheard and took precautions to make certain their conversation only stayed between themselves.