There was no such thing as eternal loyalty, nor eternal enemies.
Besides, these people were pirates. To them, loyalty was worth less than a handful of gold shells.
Under Charles's barrage of money, these fellows had already cast the corpses of their former companions—the ones they had just thrown into the sea—completely out of mind.
To these pirates, loyalty was nothing more than a beautiful lie.
Those who were truly loyal had already died in the battle before this.
With gold shells in hand, the pirates worked noticeably faster.
Charles continued inspecting the things the pirates carried out.
This time, their raid on Fangtooth Island had yielded far more than gold shells, food, and liquor.
There was also a huge pile of goods from Fangtooth Island, all kinds of items heaped before him.
Charles examined them and found that some still carried the aura of Magic Beasts. They were clearly products made from Magic Beasts.
For instance, Magic Beast scales, bones, and even hides stripped from aquatic Magic Beasts.
These things had only been temporarily stored on the island. Once the Claw Pirate Crew had rested for a few days, they would take them away to fence them for gold shells.
Unfortunately, the pirate crew had a new master now.
After checking everything and finding nothing unusual, Charles ordered all of it loaded onto the ships.
All twenty-one pirates had to work from top to bottom. Not one of them dared slack off.
Once the pirate ships were fully loaded, Charles gave the order. "Everyone aboard. We're putting out to sea."
Dalle, standing nearby, asked, "Captain, what about those women...?"
At that moment, those unlucky women were all locked inside a wooden hut.
Charles had no intention of taking them with him.
Charles said, "Leave them alone. We won't be