Morison saw the adjutant going door-to-door conducting the population census; he had to return.
While passing by the entrance of a house serving a bowl of plain buckwheat noodles.
Fen's regulations cannot be changed; the Black Sail is not a charity, it's a group built on raiding. These refugees have nothing to do with Black Sail.
Damn Lao Li, with a face like that, all the serious stuff is handled by Fen; he's the purest, Rick is immersed in his fifth generation.
Morison summoned the adjutant.
The dividends from the train robbery, the four hundred Golden Dragons left after the shares, aside from gambling, Morison had no other use for it.
"Here are fifty Golden Dragons, take five, and the remaining forty-five... The points system can be more flexible. If anything is needed, send someone back to Drifting City to buy it. Handle it as you see fit. If you skim anything, I'll come and cut off your head in a while. Don't tell anyone else."
