Black Sail

Mika was in high spirits after a few drinks, his face flushed and his ears throbbing, as he talked about the crazy sh*t Liszt had pulled off.

The struggle of starting up Black Sail.

The back-alley clinic didn’t last long before it got busted.

Back then, it was just Mika and Liszt being forced into the game, dirt poor, brainstorming ways to make some cash.

What industry makes the most money? Naturally manufacturing, the manufacturing industry rakes in the dough.

So what’s the most valuable thing to produce?

Of course, making money is the most valuable.

Liszt had a brainwave, "Let’s print counterfeit bills! Lostra uses paper money, so we’ll specialize in that. Then we’ll wholesale them to folks who need the fake stuff, exchanging it for the real deal."

For a while, life really did get cushy. Mika even thought Liszt was some kind of highbrow genius, a true intellectual, despite the fact that he could barely read. It was almost cultural, the way he crafted counterfeits so damn convincingly. You could use them at night without anyone catching on.

But, as expected, the unforeseen happened.

At that time, the little country they were in was an Affiliated Country of Lostra. Those sheriffs weren’t just for show; they had some damn good detective methods. They discovered someone was messing with ink, cotton fibers, and printing tools. They tailed them back to the counterfeiting operation and caught them red-handed.