Black Sail
Chapter 75: LXXV. So Moved

Chapter 75: LXXV. So Moved

Six days later.

There was only a day’s journey left to the next stopover. Before that, they had to complete the profit-sharing tasks, not just for the key members, but also for the crew.

It was estimated that it would take two to three days to handle the purchasing of supplies at the transit station, from ordering to loading the goods, after which they would head straight for Heaven Port.

Without money to use during the stay at this stopover, those pirates would get sick from restraint.

In the navigation room.

With the addition of the newly joined Claude, all twelve key members were present.

Wearing glasses and holding the ledger, Fen was reading from the book by rote.

"After deducting eight Gold Dragons for the crew’s pension from the public funds, we have sent it to Antilicia in Mapleleaf Town..."

Fen didn’t finish.

"Don’t deduct it from the public funds; this matter was not discussed. Deduct it from my personal wallet instead."

Liszt took out money from his pocket and placed it on the table. He no longer cared about these eight Gold Dragons. He was someone aiming to dominate the continent and ascend to immortality in Heaven, as long as he had enough money.

Without further ado, Fen took the money and added it back into the public funds. Liszt’s mentality had changed, and so had his appetite. In actuality, eight Gold Dragons was not a small sum—it was the amount that could only be obtained by dragging the body of the pirate who had committed suicide to the Judicial Hall.

As for the other crew members, they would have to achieve significant deeds to have money sent to their families posthumously at great lengths. As for those who were maimed or disabled, depending on their achievements and qualifications, they would be assessed and given a sum ranging from three Gold Dragons to ten, and then asked to leave the ship.

"Alright, that expense is now removed." Fen crossed it out in the ledger and continued, "The current net earnings are one thousand two hundred and thirty Gold Dragons. By the rules, two hundred Gold Dragons still go into the public account. The remaining money shall be divided amongst us at eighty-five Gold Dragons and one hundred sixty-six Silver Coins per person, with the last eight Silver Coins also going into the public funds."

Haywood, the handyman, had already packed each bag of money, which was now being distributed. Fen asked everyone to count it to see if the amount was correct.

Each bag was bulging, filled with both Gold and Silver Coins. Upon loosening the drawstring, one could see the gleaming gold.

Claude at this moment was no longer like the man they had encountered in Londen City; the harsh sea life had taken its toll on him, and he looked at the heavy bag of money with mixed emotions.

"One might get thrown into Hell for spending this."

Morison actually had no place to spend his money since he squandered it all in the forge, but he never indulged in extra expenses like fancy Magic Stones or other frills, so his spending was limited. Now, he still had over sixty Gold Dragons saved, and with this sum, it was over a hundred.

"My goal is a thousand," Mika murmured, unsure if his body would hold up, no longer as vigorous as when he first became a pirate. If he only indulged in quality prostitutes for about thirty Copper Coins each, he calculated that just this sum of money was more than enough to exceed his target.

"Having just registered as a member of the Black Sail Pirate Group, seeing such a high amount of profit-sharing upon entering, I am truly moved by such a great job done with such concentration in this restless society," Rein said, his tears of joy however, were insincere.

"Who asked you?" Liszt was impatient, not expecting to be backfired on like this.

With this amount breaking the record, even the group of hardened desperadoes felt a tinge of excitement.

After dividing the spoils.

"If anyone has suggestions or dissatisfaction with this transaction, please speak up."

Fen placed the ledger on the table so that everyone could review it.

The rules were already set in stone, and no one spoke.

"Archer, do you have any objections?"

Fen looked at Archer speechlessly. There was a Dragon sitting on the ship now, and this guy still had his head in a fog.

Archer, groggy and holding his head, slurred due to being a bit too drunk, "Ah, have we docked yet?"

He seemed to feel a bit more sober, so he took a few more drinks. Staring at the money bag in front of him, he suddenly started to cry loudly, with tears streaming down his face.

Liszt took a deep breath. This was even more dramatic than the cries of Dou E. He needed to recruit more capable crew members for the ship; this drunkard had a certain level of skill in cutting down people but was useless in major confrontations. Apart from his excellent cooking skills, he wished the man was dead—truly detestable and despised by all.

"Just rest," Fen continued, "Since there are no objections, let’s close the Chapter on this matter. Next, we need to discuss the division of spoils among the sailors. Out of the four hundred Gold Dragons of public funds, excluding the fifteen Gold Dragons spent on buying horses in Lavender Town and the purchase of spare sails, timber, medicines, vegetables, smoked meats, and livestock..."

Fen began listing these like a grocery list.

"Whatever, you guys handle it, I already agree."

Rein was the first to speak out, finding this part the most troublesome and irritating.

"Okay, after deducting the aforementioned purchases and the basic wages of the sailor positions, the remaining balance of the public funds is three hundred and sixteen Gold Dragons. The current strategy for division is one Gold Dragon and twenty Silver Coins for each pirate. Many brothers were killed in the interception battle at Lavender Town, and there is an extra share for the spoils of war for those who contributed the most. Who agrees, and who opposes?"

Fen asked.

No one spoke up; they didn’t care much about it.

"Alright, with no objections, the Second Officer and Haywood will distribute the sailor’s share of the spoils as well as the basic wages. With that... this meeting is adjourned."

As for the matter of the Dragons, they would have a separate meeting tomorrow to discuss it.

On the deck.

A broken wooden table was set up. There was now a sense of order, not like during meals where everyone would crowd and squeeze in, afraid they wouldn’t get their money. Each one was like a role model, with neat and orderly lines and stern tactical faces.

Liszt was dumbfounded. Damn, they really were disciplined?

"You’re the sous chef, one pair of ears, two Gold Dragons and thirty Silver Coins, take it."

"You have no position, didn’t participate in the interception battle, one Gold Dragon and twenty-eight Silver Coins, take it."

Haywood, as the busybody, was counting the spoils against the crew’s files, rattling them off mechanically and without any emotion.

"Only those who killed someone during the interception battle. I remember what you look like and can distinguish how many enemies there were. Anyone who tries to fake their contribution, I’ll cut them down directly."

Ox was simply maintaining order on the side.

Under the deterrent power of this iron tower, no one dared to make a fuss.

A One-eyed Dragon, whose left eye bore a scar and whose iris was a cloudy blue, approached the table. His hair on either side of his head was shaved short, and his pale golden hair hung loosely, displaying three heads and three arm badges.

"Your current position... is a soldier leader in charge of ten men, right? Seven Gold Dragons and forty Silver Coins, take it."

Haywood was somewhat surprised. This One-eyed Dragon was tough. It seemed like he had previous experience as the helmsman on another ship.

The others were all astounded; this fellow could now buy a house without a living room in a big city with good public order.

"Thank you."

The One-eyed Dragon took the money very politely and put it in his bag.

"Thank what? This is what you deserve."

It was the first time Ox had seen such a person.

"No, I know that the Black Sail is one of the fiercest Pirate Gangs in the East Sea Domain. To work on this ship has boundless prospects."

The One-eyed Dragon reported honestly.

"Is that so?" Ox responded neutrally, not particularly surprised but somewhat appreciative of the man’s ambition. "He takes good care of him. Next."

Liszt grew bored after watching for a while; there were too few entertainment activities on the ship.

At that moment, Goria happened to go up to the deck for some fresh air; it was too stuffy below.

Liszt knew it had begun.

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