Black Sail
Chapter 134: CXXXIV. SS Fuma Keqing Revenge

Chapter 134: CXXXIV. SS Fuma Keqing Revenge

Wolman certainly couldn’t take Fafna to the highest place.

Heaven Port, this city, covered only less than one percent of the large island’s area allotted for human activities.

To reach the highest place, one had to go deep into the deserted primordial jungle of the island, a journey that takes two or three days on foot.

But taking Fafna to a nearby, relatively high cliff was feasible, and they might even catch Liszt and his crew setting out to sea.

The sky wasn’t fully bright yet.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the streets, just the staggering drunkards coming to the end of their nighttime revelries, the addicts with a deathly pallor from an overdose of Ye Zi, and prostitutes just finished their night shifts.

Fafna sat on Wolman’s shoulder with a wide view, clapping her hands joyfully, wearing the necklace Ben had given her, she looked like a normal person.

"Everyone here is so nice."

Fafna looked upon those "good people," who in her eyes were all gentle and harmless despite their tattoos and scars, all appearing happy and free, though their complexions were a bit off.

Holding Fafna with one hand to prevent her from falling, Wolman almost spat blood listening to her.

Your world view certainly needs some correcting. If all these scumbags on this island can be called nice people, outside must be the true Heaven on Earth.

If it weren’t for me, someone would have abducted you within five minutes.

Although, you’ve already been kidnapped by Black Sail.

"What, in your opinion, makes a bad person?"

Wolman thought this was unacceptable and that she needed some serious education. Forget about attacking a city, you could be easily lured away with a piece of candy.

"Those wearing armor, helmets, and walking in formation."

Fafna waved her fists, clearly furious.

Faced with Fafna’s candid innocence, Wolman suddenly felt ashamed. Everyone expected her to be a killing machine, and even Caroso was no different.

"Little sister, there are only two types of people in the world: those who want to use you and those who want to be used by you."

Wolman turned a corner, leaving the bustling Inner City behind, and entered the outskirts, which resembled a post-apocalyptic style; his heavy weight pressing into the earth road leaving a footprint with every step.

"Use... what is that?"

Fafna’s face was filled with question marks.

Wolman was impressed.

"To use means... all of that person’s words are aimed at guiding you to do things that benefit them," Wolman decided to give some simple examples, "If someone asks you to run an errand for them, to buy a cake from the cake shop using your money, they are using you."

Just like Liszt, who uses everyone to achieve his goals.

The reason Liszt has made it this far is that he is cunning and understands the strategies of power.

To say Liszt is the captain of Black Sail

is better put that he is a system, his name, body, and battle prowess are unimportant; he is a set of rules.

The essence of a leader, in reality, is about resource allocation planning, incorporating people into this system.

Those who wish to refute him, to oppose him, are opposing this system, and are bound to be strangled in the cradle by those who benefit from this system, or to say, those ensnared by it.

As of now,

his plans benefit everyone, but also ensnared everyone.

Thus, anyone could be used by him as a tool.

Some people need to use others, and some have no choice but to be used by others.

This is the harsh and unyielding reality of the cruel world, a chessboard of different communal interests locked in a mutual slaughter.

Wolman also believed in the ancestral deities of the marsh, but his faith was slowly shaking.

Perhaps there really are gods, but the gods do not care.

That thing,

is like a child playing with ants.

"Hehe, I got it, I trust you."

Fafna’s smile didn’t convey understanding.

"Uh... why do you trust me?"

Wolman finally realized that education wasn’t an overnight affair. If a single word from him could enlighten her, he might as well start a university.

"We’re both dragons, yeah! Right now, I’m using you, and you’re running errands for me, haha."

Pampered to the skies by Dreya, Fafna always carried little cookies and cakes with her, munching on them, her mouth covered in crumbs, even offering a piece to Wolman.

"I don’t eat kids’ stuff."

Wolman politely declined. The treats were so small they wouldn’t even fill the gaps in his teeth.

"It’s so weird. Is Uncle Beard also being used by someone? He looks so troubled every day."

Fafna said this because Liszt always seemed pensive.

Wolman tactically frowned. If Liszt could be considered troubled, then everyone was Zhou Ke’er, in high and low spirits like Batman at Gotham.

Perhaps children possess a unique insight.

"Yeah, everyone’s using him, just like when we used to sail out to find merchant ships. It’s been a long time since we’ve captured any booty. Everyone’s hungry, nobody knows where the merchant ships are, not even Uncle Beard. But he’s the leader. He can only pick a direction and move forward. He can’t show weakness or any hesitation, otherwise Black Sail might collapse, mutiny might occur, or anarchy might ensue. And if he’s wrong, he would become the target of everyone’s... frustration."

Wolman spoke thus.

"A target of frustration?"

Fafna’s eyes widened, looking terrified.

"Yeah, we’d make him walk the plank, or hang him, or, more honorably, find someone to duel with him for the Captain’s position."

Wolman walked with Fafna up a sloping road, flanked by desolate buildings, past a corpse bloated from decay on the street. Thankfully, it was winter, so flies and mosquitoes weren’t swarming yet.

"That’s... terrifying."

Fafna was somewhat scared.

"So you see, you’re better off not becoming the Captain."

"Ah... but I want to sail a ship."

Ten minutes later.

Wolman led Fafna to a cliff where they could overlook Heaven Port’s docks, the sight of hundreds of ships moored was quite spectacular.

Eating her cookies, Fafna’s gaze searched for the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, and with her keen eyesight, she recognized it in less than half a minute.

The figurehead of the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge was a very beautiful woman’s bronze statue, although it was only a bust.

"I found it, they’ve already left port. I think I even saw... that furry weird uncle. How long till they come back?"

Fafna asked.

"If all goes well, before the New Year."

Wolman put down Fafna but kept a close watch on her. If this girl fell off, Caroso would probably blast him with the Thunder Light Gun.

"I really want to go with them, to new places. I heard Sister Dreya say that there are so many magical sights in the world, glaciers, deserts, majestic walls, floating islands, and the aurora."

Fafna’s eyes were filled with longing.

"One day you will, and nobody... can stop you."

Wolman took out a cigarette and started smoking.

Dawn broke, the sun rose, and the blood-red sun cast a golden glow over the sea.

The SS Fuma Keqing Revenge sailed with the wind and waves, towards the heart of the world, towards the Aran Empire, for an appalling and extraordinary heist of the century.

"What on earth does Fuma Keqing mean, anyway?"

"Well, it means

a very terrifying... revenge."

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