「On the other end, at the public anchorage of the Privateering Alliance.」
The wooden structure of the sailing ship creaked rhythmically with the rolling waves. A lantern hanging on an iron hook cast a dim yellow light, throwing a long shadow.
In Byron's palm, the blood-red light from the Holy Grail of Blood gradually faded. It disappeared along with several Privateering Pirates who had been sleeping soundly in the cabin.
After finishing his work, he turned and walked boldly out of the forecastle cabin on the Privateer Ship, an area reserved for officers.
He ran right into two pirates patrolling with Whale Oil Lamps.
Startled by the sudden appearance of a figure, the two pirates were about to sound the alarm.
"It's me."
