On the Salsa platform, a makeshift council table had been cobbled together, and each person harbored their own thoughts.
Archer, flushed and red-eared from drinking, spoke piercingly. He didn't know what prioritizing the big picture meant, all he knew was that as long as it was painful yet thrilling and fun, that was good enough.
Among those present, Swan's thoughts were undeniably the most complex.
He had learned of this affair from Rein and had sent a letter to Heaven Port suggesting that Liszt was very likely already dead. Fen would soon be informed.
Based on Swan's observations of Liszt, in truth, Liszt was more suited to be a pirate. He was an exceptional pirate Captain, perhaps even too exceptional, but he wasn't a good Boss of the East Sea. He was only fit to lead a medium-sized group, not the Black Sail that now roamed the Four Seas.
It wasn't that Liszt lacked cunning or intelligence.
