In the private room of Liszt's inn, where guests were not allowed to stay,
Liszt picked up a scabby feather pen and dipped it in ink, staring blankly at the blank letter paper, clueless about what to write.
After giving it some thought, he realized he had no grievances to share with Sharon; why cause her unnecessary worry?
Sharon,
The city I'm in has been voted the most fucked-up city in the multiverse—a so-called 'free' camp filled to the brim with desperados.
Good morning, Heaven Port. Yesterday's death lottery tallied up to a solid three hundred, thanks to the endless infighting of pirate gangs. The Shattered Ice Pirate Group alone lost over a hundred of their members.
I love this city, just as Archer loves his mum. Back in the day, Archer's mother dumped him at the doorstep of an orphanage, and now when they bump into each other on the street, she's asking Archer for a smoke. As for who Archer is, it doesn't matter.
