The next day, at noon.
Most of the core members of Black Sail would not choose to dine outside.
The restaurants in the Inner City still had some assurance; after all, the main clientele were wealthy masters who had come to seek refuge.
In other places, it was hard to say, whether the food was fresh or not was the least of the worries, besides the Outer City, the woods were wild with who knows how many paupers and retired prostitutes.
Meat was very expensive, apart from what the islanders raised themselves, Boss of Heaven Port brought in livestock wholesale from the neighboring island, not to mention the shipping costs.
These paupers, with no relatives or friends, died unnoticed, and there were no lack of those with ulterior motives adding them as a little extra ingredient.
Of course, the inn also had a female chef and a few assistants.
"Is Archer not here today?"
The female chef asked timidly.
"He's not."
