Chapter 127: CXXVII. Juju As Ordered
In the private room of Liszt’s inn, where guests were not allowed to stay,
Liszt picked up a scabby feather pen and dipped it in ink, staring blankly at the blank letter paper, clueless about what to write.
After giving it some thought, he realized he had no grievances to share with Sharon; why cause her unnecessary worry?
Sharon,
The city I’m in has been voted the most fucked-up city in the multiverse—a so-called ’free’ camp filled to the brim with desperados.
Good morning, Heaven Port. Yesterday’s death lottery tallied up to a solid three hundred, thanks to the endless infighting of pirate gangs. The Shattered Ice Pirate Group alone lost over a hundred of their members.
I love this city, just as Archer loves his mum. Back in the day, Archer’s mother dumped him at the doorstep of an orphanage, and now when they bump into each other on the street, she’s asking Archer for a smoke. As for who Archer is, it doesn’t matter.
Of course, this story about Archer was fabricated by Liszt. Within the Black Sail, no one really knows the other crew members’ pasts—they’re just bound together by mutual interest.
"Fuck, what kind of rubbish am I writing?"
Liszt crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the floor. It’d been years since he had written in English, and he’d forgotten all the grammar.
Sharon,