Jumping from the brightly-lit open deck into the dimly-lit cabin, Winters couldn't see anything at first. Fortunately, no one took this opportunity to ambush him.
Only when his eyes adjusted to the darkness did he realize that the Good Fortune had apparently divided the lower deck into several areas.
Winters was used to wielding a two-handed sword, and only being able to grip the sailor's knife with one hand made him feel a lack of security. He drew his dagger again and, imitating the admiral's style, held blades in both hands as he explored into the darkness.
A heavy thud came from behind – Winters tensed and turned, ready to swing his knife, but the person who had jumped down said, "Wait, it's me."
The light filtering in through the hatch was too dim to see clearly, but Winters recognized the voice all too well – it was Bard.
"Let's go up together," Bard said, following him in a low voice.