Bang! Bang! Bang! A few more gunshots sounded in the distance, and all four of us sat up in a hurry, rubbing the sleep out of our eyes.
"Were those gunshots?" Yvonne mumbled, sounding fearful.
"Maybe it's Rosie," Elsa muttered, already standing up. She ran her fingers through her hair roughly, trying to comb it flat after sleeping had mussed it up. "Maybe she's killing more of the pirates. I definitely hope she's doing just that."
So soon? I thought privately, displeased. Rosie's only had the Figs of Vigor for a day. She can't possibly have eaten all the fruit we gave her, so I don't think she's strong enough to kill even more people yet. I hope she's not in any danger. What worried me was also the fact that Rosie seemed to have become a cold-blooded killer. Already she had killed two m
