After the wedding, the seafood stew pot was carried out onto the commercial street. Temporary tables were joined into one long table, laden with ingredients salvaged from the fast ship's hold: stew, grilled fish, citrus rum, and a huge platter of White Wax Island's local grilled shellfish.
There were no place cards and no seating arrangements. The two families sat together in a jumble.
Men in black suits passed bottles across the table to White Wax Island patrolmen. The Capone Family's guard captain showed Roy the hidden clasp mechanism on his scabbard, while the Uchiha Family's patrol captain taught the Capone Family's young men how to use short batons—the very first lesson Roy had taught them.
The Godfather sat alone at the end of the long table, an untouched glass of rum before him.
The adviser stood behind him, and the briefcase in his hand was finally closed.
Barlow approached with a drink and sat opposite the Godfather.
"I'll have Koldo copy the agreement into three official originals tomorrow. One stays with the Trading Company, one goes to you, and one will be filed with Orange Town's municipal office." Barlow set his glass on the table.
"For the import channels in the High District of the Goa Kingdom, I need a list of suppliers from the West Blue as soon as possible."
"The adviser will organize it and give it to you tomorrow." The Godfather raised his glass and tapped its rim against Barlow's.
"You mentioned splitting the profits fifty-fifty before. I have no objection. But there's one condition: if the transfer route from the West Blue into the East Blue needs escorts, Capone will provide armed cargo ship escorts at half the market rate. Put that in the supplementary clause, and have the adviser add it when the follow-up