Chapter 72: A Seemingly Inevitable Tragedy
The bay dwellers stood their ground, resolute and unwavering. The air crackled with the spiritual conflict between over a dozen mid-sequence pirates and dozens of low-sequence supernatural beings, the sound echoing like popping beans in the tense atmosphere. In modern parliaments, one might witness the occasional shoe thrown in dissent, but the Captains' Parliament, composed of pirates, was never expected to be a bastion of politeness and civility.
Regrettably, the bay dweller supporters were undeniably at a disadvantage, both in numbers and in the level of power they wielded.
"Does our marshal not care about the bay dwellers and the free pirates who follow him?" Redbeard demanded, his voice ringing with righteous indignation. He seized the moral high ground with fervor, his relentless questioning making him feel almost saintly, as if he were wielding a moral cudgel to strike at will.
