Chapter 562
The taverns in the back alleys were far grittier and more somber than those on the main streets. The customers, too, were mostly suspicious-looking characters.
"So you finally came crawling to me, One-Eye. You must be in deep shit."
This tavern was no different. The large man sitting across from Sanford cackled, revealing a set of sparse, yellowed teeth. His face was covered in pockmarks, and he wore a stinking leather vest.
"Good, you already know. That’ll make this quick, Pockmark." Sanford said leisurely, bringing the mug of beer to his lips.
Captain Pockmark sneered. "How could I not? The whole port is buzzing about how you got your ass handed to you. And by the looks of it, your life is still on the line."
Even though he seemed relaxed, he kept warily glancing at Ian and Lucia. The same was true of the subordinates sitting around him.
"If you don’t want to end up in the same boat, let’s get to the point," Sanford said, putting down his mug.
Pockmark, after glancing at Ian one more time, grinned. "My, how scary. Alright, fine. How many guys are you looking to offload, One-Eye?"
"Eight. Take all of them if you can."
"I’ll take four. And they’ll only get half of what the others are paid."
"Half? You’re as cheap as you are ugly. What, you planning to toss away two rowers altogether?"
The captains were growling as if they were about to fight at any moment, but Ian, standing behind them, wasn’t really listening.