"Gods back in their places! They've returned! All of them!"
The chart room was lined with axe-marked walls and a long table draped with stolen silk tablecloths.
Rein shouted excitedly.
"How nostalgic, I'd call this a 'Bitter-Sweet Remembrance Meet!'"
Archer sat with both legs thrown on the table, relaxed and content in his usual spot.
"Su Shi."
Morison blurted out a peculiar name.
"What a forced nostalgia, reminiscing as if we were refugees. I've been Captain for so long, even at the worst times we always managed two meals a day. I just inspected the ship; it's been quite well repaired. Give those shipwrights five extra silver coins each."
Not only did Liszt find the repairs satisfactory, but he had also managed to reinforce and refurbish the ship anew. The ship's cannons and rigging were all freshly oiled too.
He had developed deep affection for this ship that had lifted him from a wretched pirate to his current status.
