"As expected, wealth is found in danger!"
Looking at the glittering jewels piled up before him, Loga couldn't help but feel emotional.
He had bet his life on this battle, and now it seemed he had bet correctly!
Suppressing his excitement, Loga waved to his men: "Pack up all the treasures here and take them away!"
As for the two scantily clad prostitutes on the bed, he ignored them completely; he never had the desire to sleep with women he wasn't familiar with.
Aside from the gold and silver treasures, after a quick inspection, Loga didn't even spare the armor and weapons in the Dornish stronghold, nor the meager rations and fresh water; these were necessities for sailing the seas and happened to solve their immediate crisis.
"Loga! The Dornishmen have been taken down by us!"
Walking out of the tent, Fermon was splattered with blood, his spear bearing the head of the Dornish commander.
Seeing Loga's men carrying heavy treasure chests and crates of weapons out of the tent, he immediately cheered: "Thanks to you! We've made a fortune this time!"
Loga didn't respond, only looking up to survey the stronghold.
The pirates' rampage had turned this place into a living hell, with Dornish corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing into small streams along the gullies in the ground.
The slaves huddled in corners, clutching their heads tightly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Originally, a small group of Dornishmen had held their ground in a desperate last stand, but as the pirates swarmed them, they were soon silenced.
The pirates who had followed Loga onto the island to loot were also pillaging various parts of the stronghold, attempting to scavenge the last bits of profit.
Ignoring these hyena-like fellows, Loga said to Fermon, "Tell everyone to move faster. Load everything valuable onto the ships; we're leaving as soon as possible!"
"Huh?" Fermon froze, looking puzzled. "Leaving right after taking the stronghold? Aren't we going to celebrate?"
Loga didn't have time to explain. The Dornishmen were backed by the entire Kingdom of Dorne; once they discovered the stronghold had been sacked, they would surely be furious. If they sent a large army to pursue, it would be too late to run.
Moreover, Bloodstone Island was right next door. If the people of the Third Daughter Kingdom discovered the events on Gray Gallows Island, they might be tempted to seize the opportunity and send troops to snatch their spoils.
It couldn't be helped; in The Stepstones, pirates were the lowest power, and anyone could trample on them. That was the cruel reality.
Shaking his head, Loga turned to look at the beach not far away, where two large Dornish warships were quietly anchored. Their dark hulls looked hard and heavy, with sturdy sails furled on the masts, a sight that made one's eyes burn with desire.
This, too, was his prize!
"Move everything onto the ships, hurry up!"
Covered in blood, Loga was the first to board one of the warships. Beads of blood dripped from the edge of his sword, creating small red spots on the deck.
As he walked by, his men cheered in greeting, while the pirates who had come to loot stood on the periphery watching, none daring to meet his gaze.
These people had already heard of Loga's feat in thwarting the Dornish attack, and seeing him break through a fortified Dornish stronghold with so few men only intensified their terror and awe!
Loga's men worked frantically to move the spoils onto the ships, with chests piled high like small mountains and the cabins filled with fresh water and rations.
The independent pirates who had joined midway but hadn't scavenged much watched enviously. One of them summoned the courage to shout to Loga on the bow, "The Throat-Cutter! We're willing to follow you! Let us join your command!"
As soon as the shout went out, more pirates chimed in: "We all want to work for you! Please, leader, take us in!"
"Hmph~ The Dornishmen across the Narrow Sea will likely hate me to the bone after this. If you aren't afraid of death, then come aboard my ships."
Loga looked down at the envious pirates below and coldly tossed out those words.
Instead of being intimidated, these pirates were overjoyed, scrambling to jump onto Loga's warships and proactively helping to move supplies.
Some pirates didn't join, instead scattering throughout the stronghold to scavenge things Loga and his men had overlooked; after all, to vultures, even a stripped corpse was a delicious feast.
Smoke continued to drift over Gray Gallows Island as noon gradually approached.
Seeing that most of the supplies had been moved and noticing movement from scout ships near Bloodstone Island, Loga didn't linger. He gestured to his men: "Depart, return to base!"
The sails were quickly unfurled, and the two large Dornish warships slowly sailed out of the harbor, followed by three small rowboats. The entire fleet, laden with spoils, headed toward their base.
On the way back, the sea breeze brushed against their faces, blowing away the scent of blood from their bodies.
Seeing that no ships were pursuing from behind, Loga felt relieved. He then turned around, his gaze sweeping over his men gathered on the deck: "Brothers, as your leader, I have fulfilled the promise I made this morning and led you back with a full load!"
"The Throat-Cutter! The Throat-Cutter!"
The enthusiastic cheers were deafening. Every pirate was filled with excitement, and their eyes were full of conviction as they looked at Loga.
Loga raised his hand to quiet them. As the cheers died down, he continued, "Next, I will fulfill my second promise. Of the spoils looted today, I will only take twenty percent; the rest will be divided among all of you!"
No sooner had he spoken than several pirates carried several heavy treasure chests onto the deck and opened them with a "clatter." Dazzling treasures and bags of heavy silver stags spilled out, instantly igniting everyone's passion.
The deck erupted in a frenzy as the pirates swarmed forward, pushing and shoving to grab the treasures. Shouts and laughter mingled, creating a chaotic yet joyful scene.
It went without saying for Loga's original men, but the independent pirates who had just joined were even more shaken. To them, such a generous leader was truly rare on these seas!
In the midst of the boisterous crowd, the Shipwright from Driftmark whom Loga had rescued stood in a corner, silently watching Loga surrounded by the pirates.
He thought of the famous Count of Driftmark, Corlys Velaryon, the Lord of the Seahorse Family, who was known for his adventurous spirit and generosity.
Compared to him, Loga was not only equally handsome and generous but also much younger, which meant he possessed even greater potential!
"Loga the Throat-Cutter... on these seas, another king is likely about to rise," he thought silently.
Loga didn't notice the Shipwright's thoughts. Facing the compliments and cheers of his men, he remained calm.
He knew that their affection for him stemmed entirely from his strength and the rewards he gave them. After all, no one would dislike a powerful and lavish leader.
And this was exactly the image Loga wanted to cultivate. He was still weak now; only by winning over these men could he survive in these treacherous waters and even climb to higher positions.
Therefore, whether it was wealth or status, he would generously share it with his men.
On the condition that they offered him absolute loyalty and were willing to risk their lives for him!
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