The last night at Kelor Highlands.
Outside the city, tents were densely packed, and campfires flickered with scattered flames. Firewood crackled, and everyone was tearing into meat and chugging down alcohol.
When departing from Heaven Port, only the most agile and formidable pirates were chosen. Regardless of race, whether Beastman or Yisu people, they were all muscle-bound. Any pirate with ambitions had joined.
Just like figuring out how to get a position in Aran, finding a role in Black Sail had become an essential skill.
Those with aspirations inquired about the fates of the pirates who had been absorbed by Black Sail in Londen City.
