Roy unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed into the driver's seat.
"What are you doing?!" Rock snapped, wide-eyed.
Roy didn't answer. Silk just muttered, "You heard Cam—he told him to drive."
"Let's just get out of here already," Viper said, exasperated.
Roy revved the engine, the tires squealing on the wet pavement. The car sped off, and the group sighed in collective relief—until Roy suddenly slammed on the brakes.
"Wait… what are you doing?!" Silk shouted.
Roy's lips moved in a slow count. "59… 58… 57…"
Then, without a word, he whipped the car into a tight U-turn, tires screeching through the rain.
"You're insane!" Rock yelled. "We could've escaped!"
Back down the road, the red icon above Cam's head glowed through the rain. He walked forward, calm, katana in one hand, umbrella in the other. He wasn't smiling.
The pirates surrounded him, swords drawn.
From the back of the pack, Captain Silverbeard stood watching. "You're one crazy chest," he muttered. Then louder, "Hold."
His crew froze in place.
Cam stopped. Then, with one motion, he drew his katana. The sheath cracked a pirate across the jaw mid-draw.
"Come."
Silverbeard grinned and dropped his hand.
The pirates charged.
Cam moved like a storm—parrying, slashing, kicking. Each motion calculated, clean. Steel clashed, blood splattered. He twisted through them, a red-and-black blur in the rain.
"This chest is… skilled," one pirate whispered beside Silverbeard.
"Shoot him," Silverbeard ordered.
A pirate raised an old musket. Cam's umbrella flew through the air—thunk— his sword embedding itself in another pirate. Before the shooter could fire, Cam drew his Glock in one fluid motion—BANG!—shot clean through the chest.
The pirate, holding the musket collapsed.
Cam holstered the gun and caught his falling umbrella mid-air, spinning wiping the rain, covering his head.
Silverbeard growled, then stuck two fingers in his mouth—a sharp whistle cut through the air.
From the ship above, a dozen pirates aimed muskets down at Cam.
"Fire!" Silverbeard roared.
But before they could shoot—a roaring engine echoed through the street.
Cam smirked. "Told you—I'm stubborn. You can't kill me."
A blue blur screeched into view—Roy behind the wheel, the car barreling toward Cam.
"NOW!" Roy shouted.
Cam leapt, landing on the hood, then slid over the windshield and dove into the passenger seat.
The car peeled away, engine howling.
Silverbeard clenched his fists, furious.
"Damn it! Round up the ones on foot—they can't have gone far," he barked. "I wanted the best chest, and I got leftovers…"
Inside the speeding car, the group stared at Cam in stunned silence.
Rock finally muttered, "What the hell—you took out so many of them…"
"Switch," Cam said calmly.
While still moving, he and Roy shifted places with practiced ease.
"You guys are nuts," Rock said, shaking his head in disbelief.
But Viper grinned. "I'm starting to like you two."
Silk nodded in agreement.
And just like that—a perfect group was born.