The captain's cabin.
Jack Jones pushed open the window, letting the wind and waves rush in.
The stuffy air in the room slowly dissipated.
"Sorry. Those of the Dark Sequence are used to dark, oppressive environments."
Jack Jones turned around, a hint of apology on his rugged face.
"Heh... It's no problem. Part of my Sequence also prefers dark environments."
Zorn said with a casual wave of his hand.
"Mm! That's true."
Jack Jones then kicked a nearby bag of coal briquettes. A few of them quickly scurried out and into the fireplace, brightening the flames.
After sitting down on a nearby sofa, Jack Jones spoke slowly.
"Regarding the rumors about the Demons and Golden Island this time, even though we were the first to spread them, they're based on things that are really happening in the ocean."
"Pirates wouldn't dispatch their own Pirate Gangs for a job that could get them all killed based on baseless rumors."
