The Bayfolk were not to be outdone.
Dozens of Middle Sequence Great Pirates and scores of Low Sequence Transcendents clashed fiercely in spirit.
The air was filled with a crackling sound like popping beans.
Even modern parliaments often see shoes thrown and spit flying; how could a captain's council of pirates possibly be courteous and modest?
Unfortunately, whether in numbers or levels of power, those supporting the Bayfolk were unmistakably at a disadvantage.
"What? Does our Military Governor not take the Bayfolk and us free pirates who follow him seriously?"
"Miss Willette, do you deserve the love and adoration the Bayfolk hold for you as their princess?"
Red Beard firmly occupied the moral high ground, continuing his relentless barrage.
With each question, even he felt like he had transformed into one of those Saints enshrined in the Church, wielding the moral cudgel to strike anyone he pleased.
