The female pirate's eyes suddenly began to shine. If what the officer was saying was true, the treatment Starfire received was exceptionally good. Not to mention the salary, the key was the future security, which was truly one of a kind.
Pirates always danced on the edge of the knife and their lives were unpredictable. With good luck, they could feast for a while; with bad luck, they had to endure hunger and suffer.
More importantly, if a pirate was injured and disabled, forget about any future security—such a pirate would be buried at sea the next day, and his possessions would be devoured by countless others.
"If that's the case, I can help persuade them," the female pirate said hurriedly. "Of course, I have no delusions of continuing to be their leader."
"You are quite good. You actually made them surrender. This is not the style of pirates at all." To be honest, the female pirate's style was not like the ancient gods' pirates he had in mind.
