May Jones (Dracco). Auto-translated

- And where does it go?

--Captain, where are you headed?
--Take me to the nearest tavern so I can gather a new team there, one that won't betray me!

- And what will you use to travel by water?

--Don't overwhelm him with overly complex tasks.
--We'll sail on a giant turtle! We'll explore the oceans until we find the Kraken and the seal and take revenge on them!
--Yes, I underestimated him.

- Maybe it's not necessary to take him to the tavern? He's doing pretty well without it...
But May still decided to take the captain to the tavern.

Staggering, he followed May and Vlad. When they reached the entrance, he waved to them and went inside, saying something loudly for everyone to hear. The crowd laughed so hard that the walls of the tavern almost collapsed.
--I think we've got him figured out, -- Vlad remarked philosophically.

May suggested that they should all go home.

Vlad gave May a high five and went to fulfill her request, promising to stop by in the morning.

On her way home, May pondered the promise. She wished she could spend at least one day at home; she had so many unfinished projects! And very little money.

She had plenty of time to think everything over, but what do you think she did in the morning?

May didn't want to get up for a very long time, but she essentially had no choice.

When May opened the door, it wasn't Vlad standing in the doorway. It was a gendarme. A small girl was standing next to him, though May knew her.

- Huh? What happened? What is it? I didn't do anything, honestly, it just...

– Did you do something, young lady? – the gendarme asked sternly. The girl kept hovering nearby; she wanted to ask something but was afraid of the policeman.

- Well, it seems okay, but you never know, it's not every day that law enforcement officers come knocking at my door in the morning! What happened?