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Chapter 35 - Known-world

As Marcellus arrived at Marco's station, he noticed that Marco hadn't assigned him any specific tasks for the moment. Despite this, Marcel decided to stay nearby, hoping for an opportunity to lend a hand whenever needed.

Some pirates stood, huddled together on the deck, their voices rising in animated conversation, while others found solace in slumber, having been on night watch the previous night.

The atmosphere on the pirate ship was a curious blend of camaraderie and tranquil restlessness.

Amidst the vast expanse of the open sea, there wasn't much to occupy their time while sailing, except for the timeless rhythm of the ship's movement and the symphony of waves lapping against its hull. The sea breeze carried a sense of freedom, mingling with the salty tang that permeated the air, as if it whispered tales of far-off lands and hidden treasures.

With little to occupy their time while sailing, the pirates found contentment in the simplicity of the moment—the ship slicing through the waves, the distant call of seagulls, and the bond they shared as a crew. In the vast emptiness of the open sea, they reveled in the freedom of the pirate life, where adventure awaited at every turn and the horizon held the promise of untold riches.

Marcellus observed with curiosity.

As he lingered around, he found himself crossing paths with Randy and Noah, two familiar faces among the crew, along with a few other pirates whose names he vaguely recalled from their previous introductions.

Marcellus hesitated to ask for their names again, not wanting to come across as indifferent or forgetful about their camaraderie.

Together, they spent their time in easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter. Amidst their lighthearted banter, the talk naturally drifted towards the legendary Captain Charles Vane and his notorious crew.

The mere mention of the name piqued Marcellus's interest, and he couldn't help but listen intently as they recounted their encounters with the fearsome pirate.

As Marcellus immersed himself in the lively conversations of Randy, Noah, and the other pirates, the stories about Captain Charles Vane grew more intriguing by the moment.

They spoke of Vane's notoriety, his cunning tactics, and the fierce 'loyalty' of his crew, which left Marcellus both fascinated and apprehensive.

Charles Vane was a tyrant!

Marcellus, amidst the sea of pirates, gleaned tales and whispers that wove a tapestry of the world beyond the Viper's wooden confines. He learned of Captain Charles Vane's association with their crew, embarking on a bold quest to seize a fabled treasure galleon.

Vane, now the Viper's consort, was a name etched in the lore of piracy, a figure both revered and reviled.

As the pirates shared stories, boasting of their exploits, Marcellus heard of those who had once sailed under Vane's black flag, their voices tinged with a mix of awe and trepidation, old men they were. Vane's legacy was a shadow that loomed large in the world of the sea rovers.

The tales spun by the crew ventured beyond the escapades of piracy, delving into the complex tapestry of the Draewyn Empire's internal war. These sailors, seasoned by the winds and waves, knew well the waters charted by the Church of Storms.

The demise of the previous Emperor had plunged the empire into disarray, a realm without a clear successor.

The emperor's unrestrained indulgence had left a sea of heirs, each as numerous as the grains of sand on the shore.

"The emperor's brood could fill a fleet," quipped a pirate, his eyes gleaming with mirth. "Seems his legacy was as vast as the oceans he ruled over."

In the wake of his death, disorder reigned. The Empire, once a beacon of unity and strength, was now fractured, its future contested by a legion of illegitimate claimants.

Only seven of the emperor's bastards initially rose with the power and influence to stake a claim to the throne. Yet, as the tides of war churned, only three remained, locked in a fierce and bloody contest for supremacy.

The Empire's strife was but a single thread in a larger, more intricate weave. Four empires dominated the known world, each vying for ascendancy.

To the north-northeast lay the opulent Aurelisia Empire, a land of gold and glittering diamonds, its wealth the envy of many. This empire's fortunes shaped not only its destiny but also the power dynamics of the continent.

Eastward, across the Church of Storms' domains, lay the Republic of Novus. A bastion of democracy, its spirit of liberty was matched only by the technological prowess of the Church of Machinery. The Republic's influence, driven by innovation and progress, rippled across the seas, inspiring change far beyond its shores, one such innovation was guns.

In the south, the ancient Empire of Rus stood as a guardian of tradition. A dominion of deep worship, it was a realm where old customs thrived, a stark contrast to the ever-evolving world around it. The Empire of Rus, while insular, was known for its unique kindness, a trait that earned it a special place in the hearts and tales of the common folk.

Marcellus listened intently to these stories, his mind weaving them into his understanding of the world. In this grand narrative, every empire, every captain, every pirate played a part. And now, so did he.

The salt-kissed wind whipped through Marcellus's hair as he gazed upon the endless horizon, for the first time, the world he'd known as an iron cage felt boundless, his chest swelling with a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration.

The creak of the ship's timbers mingled with the cries of gulls, a symphony of departure serenade. Beneath his boots, the deck throbbed with the restless pulse of the sea, a rhythmic drumbeat urging him onward.

Marcellus inhaled the tang of salt and exotic spices, the scent of a world waiting to be unveiled.