On an island near the heart of the territory stood an ancient castle belonging exclusively to Goenitz.
Wearing a mask, Goenitz held one hand behind his back and a book in the other, looking like a priest.
Apart from the gentle breeze, his surroundings were utterly quiet. The pirates under his command would not disturb him either; they were either guarding the various islands or off enjoying themselves somewhere.
Those who ventured farther afield had all gone to Paros Island.
Others gathered to watch footage of the battles at the Sky Arena.
They cheered on the fighters they supported, having almost all placed bets at the casinos.
The Sky Arena's match schedule was announced two weeks in advance.
They could place their bets any time before the battles officially began.
Compared to ordinary gambling, this was clearly much more entertaining.
These waters were not stable, and they had to head out on duty every so often. There were simply too many pirates in the New World.
They all had their own agendas, and some were not intimidated by the Flying Pirates' reputation.
Even more planned to plunder what they could and flee, believing the Flying Pirates could do nothing about them.
Regardless, plundering was forbidden within the Flying Pirates' territory.
The same was true under the rule of all the major powers.
There were few places left to plunder: the Buffer Zone and unclaimed areas. After repeated raids, there was little loot left to squeeze out of them.
Under those circumstances, people naturally began setting their sights on places that had already been claimed.
So even with their fearsome reputation, the Flying Pirates had to take action regularly. Their vast territory in particular offered plenty of gaps to exploit.
Often, raiders plundered a place and fled, leaving no one able