"Matim, I will throw this gold coin to let the Almighty judge you. If the kingdom's emblem faces up, I will strangle you bloodlessly according to the kingdom's laws and hang you from the mast at the bow. If the holy cross faces up, I will follow the Almighty's teachings, forgive your past sins, and give you a chance for redemption. How does that sound, fair enough?"
"...Captain, very, very fair..."
Watching the gold coin in the captain's hand, Matim had gone pale and shuddered in response.
"Well, I will count to three, and the judgment will officially start."
A smile like that of the Holy Mother spread across Diogo's face.
"Come, pray sincerely to the Almighty!"
"One,"
"Two,"
"Three!"
Diogo tossed the gold coin high with his left hand. Matim's gaze followed the coin, spinning up and down, just like his rapidly beating heart. Then, Diogo's left hand shot out and his right hand covered it — the coin suddenly vanished from mid-air.
