Six days later.
The fleet had already sailed away from the island.
Black Sail had allocated five Golden Dragons from public funds for Asenxiuo's burial costs, an amount not considered large; it was just enough for the coffin and the burial site's material and labor costs.
This rotten man, whose own cat had gnawed at his corpse, had no direct connection to Black Sail; he was just an old boss from forty or fifty years ago, and a token gesture was all that was needed.
Buried in Heaven Port, one could say his soul had returned to its place of origin.
Over the past decade, the undeveloped regions of the island had become a chaotic graveyard for pirates; there were plenty of people to accompany him.
For people like Mika who grew up by the coast, pirates of Hened's notorious reputation were the horror stories they often heard as children.
