"Ah, now this is what I call a drink. Say what you will about the Pasha Kingdom—their liquor is top-notch," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.
His crew, a group of former pirates resurrected by Michael, roared with laughter and clinked their glasses in agreement.
"You said it, Captain! The people here might be stiff and the weather unpredictable, but their booze? Perfection," one said.
"And it's not just the booze—the women here are stunning!" another added, drawing another round of laughter.
Dreiko smirked, savoring his drink as he looked out over the horizon. The task was grim, but for him and his crew, it was just another job under their enigmatic and calculating leader.
"Pretty faces don't matter if they're all sullen and cold. Women from the Celeste Empire are the best—warm and passionate," one pirate chimed in, their conversation growing increasingly coarse.
