Charles took Bruce and walked around half of the island.
Bloodsail Raider Ship Island was already shrouded in night, yet many places were still lit up.
The taverns were almost blazing with light.
The pirates drank in great gulps and shouted with abandon.
Charles brought Bruce into a tavern and sat down in a corner.
Silently listening to the pirates around them brag.
This helped Charles gain a better understanding of the local intelligence.
And from the pirates' boasting, Charles learned quite a few things as well.
Which brothel had the best girls, which shipyard repaired ships the fastest.
Which merchants paid the highest prices for stolen goods and settled accounts the quickest, and so on.
There was even news of lucrative business spotted along raiding routes.
Charles kept all this information in mind.
At the same time, he pondered what he should do next to integrate into this plane faster and acquire more resources sooner.
"I originally wanted to wear the Claw Pirate Crew's skin, but that plan has been forced to stop because of the risks."
"The priority now should be to buy another ship and gather a group of pirates as subordinates."
"There shouldn't be too many of them. This is a process of washing sand in great waves—I need to pick out those who can be used from among these pirates."
"The Tide Warriors of this plane are decent combat units. Perhaps I can get some and try them out."
"The pirates I recruit will also need to go through battle in the early stages. Only then can I see who is worth using and who is not worth keeping."
As Charles thought, he had already spent quite some time in the tavern. In the middle of it, a few drunkards tried to provoke them, but