Black Sail

A week later.

The secret port was utterly desolate.

All the smugglers’ ships, pirate ships, had taken to the sea.

Only the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge and a few semi-scrapped empty ships were left behind so as not to attract attention.

The sinister Sea Erosion Cliff Giant Cave, with its rolling black waves glimmering on the water, reflected the cold, artificially carved traces on the walls.

This port, which was privately established and not documented, had now become a wild harbor, an unmanaged mooring place; the Earl had completely withdrawn from this affair.

According to the East Coast Maritime Department, this ship was now bearing the dual crimes of illegal entry and illegal mooring, and the navy had the right to kill first and ask questions later.

The damp and cold of the East Coast monsoon penetrated to the bone.

The deck of the Black Sail was crowded with fugitives from all over the world, noisy and vulgar in conversation, with perverse and cold-blooded faces—now that they had torn open a breach, they might as well take in the previously organized gangs.

It was very quick to find people through the information peddlers; they had already met the expected number, one hundred and sixty people, plus Claude, there were more than one hundred and eighty in total.

On the deck, individuals of various races were equipped with scimitars and axes, leather armor, sound fire—Yisu people from the Southern Continent, Half-Beasts who had fled the Northern Realm, Tiger-men and Leopard Men from the Aisnor Province under the Empire—who made up almost a small half.