110 Black Sail XV

"You wish to learn the art of wielding the dagger?" Owen asked, surprised. Considering the extreme dangers pirates faced each time they went out to sea, they were mostly hedonists, living from each day to the next. Few made any plans for tomorrow, which was why Owen made it a point to remind Zhang Heng of what he was about to face.

"It's not something you can pick up in two shakes. It would take at least a good month or two before you see any results at all, not to mention that the drills are very monotonous. Aren't you already good with guns? Why learn how to use a dagger?"

"I'm terrible at close combat, and the flintlock can only fire one bullet at a time. Reloading is a pain. I don't want to stand by and watch from the sides each time I've fired a shot. In any event, I can defend myself if I learn some fencing."

"Mm, that's true."