LXXI. Hunting Time

Navigation Room.

Due to the hardships of the early startup of Black Sail, the elmwood wall paneling in the room bore numerous marks from axes and knives, some inflicted by outsiders and some from internal strife. These were deemed insignificant and left unmaintained. Over the past two or three years, as the core framework stabilized, such issues had ceased to exist.

The center of the room featured a high-end peach core wood table totally at odds with the battle-scarred style of the room, covered with a blue-green silk tablecloth and adorned with some silverware, truly befitting high society.

There was some dust on the glass shade of the kerosene lamp on the table. Liszt, finding himself at a loss for topics, picked up a greasy black tablecloth and began wiping the glass. He was somewhat lost in thought, staring blankly at Goria.