He had been getting on my nerves all evening.
I was finally allowed to disembark and was drawn to Molly's, where I hoped to meet Maria again, the mysterious stranger who dared to enter a dive alone, as a woman, with the worst characters who made life in Batavia unsafe. They said she was there regularly, that she was waiting for something. Nobody knew what she was waiting for.
Maria wasn't there, nobody knew anything about her whereabouts, she hadn't been back for a long time.
So I grabbed a bottle of the best Jamaican rum from the bar and sat down in a bad mood at a table in the darkest corner.
If you have a bottle of rum, you have a lot of friends. And right, as soon as I had taken the first deep sips from the bottle, he came, with a dramatic look, sat down at my table without being asked - as if it were an honor for me - and looked me deep in the eye.
I had actually intended to look Maria deep in the eye and not some smelly guy who thought he was important.
The gold of the Aztecs, he murmured gloomily. The gold of the Aztecs.
Now we were sitting in a dive in the East Indies, the Aztecs and their gold many months away on a dangerous voyage.
But when a pirate hears gold, such details are irrelevant.
I raised an eyebrow, which was a cool way of signaling my interest.
Murat, as he was called, looked around, looked at the entrance, looked at the counter, scrutinized everyone present and came even closer to me with his foul breath.
I know where it is.
Oh, I replied somewhat incredulously, while the echo of the word gold reverberated through my brain.
Of course I suspected why he was telling me this ... but, hello: gold!
He ripped open his shirt. I got a card and pointed to his chest. Hmm, I thought, looks like an ordinary tattoo. Before I could make out any details, he hid the supposed treasure map under his shirt again.
He looked at me expectantly. He must have been a terrible show-off and there was nothing to the whole thing.
But Maria had disappeared and - what can I say - now I'm on a ramshackle ship that will probably sink halfway, Murat is the captain and the crew is made up of idiots like me, ready to throw their lives after anyone who promises gold.
But think about it, the gold of the Aztecs! Once I've got my share of it, I'll be a made man, return to Batavia and look for Maria...

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