The branch of the Pirate Confederation was hidden beneath the run-down tavern that looked nothing special. Once inside, however, the place opened up into a bustling underground marketplace spanning at least one thousand square meters.0

“Don’t you dare mess with the deck! I’ll chop your hand off if I catch you!”0

“The Grand Barracuda Pirates are recruiting new crews!”0

“Rum! Cheap safe rum for sale!”0

The branch was a hub for commerce, pirate recruitment, gambling, and getting drunk. 0

Ironically, it was no different from a normal lively night market.0

Who would suspect there was a secret lair of pirates right underneath a quiet port town where pirates were rarely seen?0

‘Well, I guess it makes sense. Pirates can’t spend all three hundred sixty-five days at sea,’ Siegfried thought.0

The sea was a harsh and unforgiving force of nature. Pirates were adept at seafaring, but they were still humans in the end, so they needed to occasionally come ashore for rest and leisure.0

Thus, it wasn't a surprise that a place like this existed.0

The pirates were truly impressive in a sense, as they had their own ecosystem, their own way of survival, and their own community....0