Margaret walked out of the bar without a pause and headed straight for Sodoma, docked nearby.
Four years ago, as a young girl, she had been abducted here. Reality was such a wonder; she would never have imagined that one day she would cooperate with these sin-ridden pirates.
"How is our island being handled?" Dressed in a sky-blue skirt, Code Name 134 was kneeling next to a small wooden yellow table, intently pouring tea for a pink plush little bear, hosting a tea party with her toys.
Glancing at the bloated, gluttonous fatty gorging himself in the corner, Margaret approached 134, "The cleanup is almost done. You better keep a tight leash on your people; they've already caused several cases of robbery and rape."
134's laugh was as adorable as a six-year-old girl's, but the exposure of her fierce teeth instantly transformed that cuteness into something dreadful.
"Hahaha, they are pirates after all, isn't it normal for them to do bad things? Just kill them directly."
