The pirates had all poured into the city in a frenzied plunder, and at the entrance to the black tower of the Duke's Mansion, only a small squad of pirates was left to keep guard.
The firelight exploding throughout the city looked to them like festival fireworks, heralding the start of a wild feast.
To this group of pirates, the prosperous Old Lington City was nothing more than a dazzling gold mine.
The guards were just a bunch of "greenhorns," an easy conquest.
A few pirates, bored with their duty, had gathered for a game of poker, playing with pirate cards.
As they played, they grumbled complaints under their breath.
"Pah—damn it! All the other crews are living it up in the city, while we're stuck here guarding this damned tower."
