The night was deep, and on the beach of the Northern Coast, the bonfire burned slowly, illuminating the blooming Withered Wood Port.
Even though it was nominally a legitimate port, not a single ship was docked at the pier.
Not only that.
There were hardly any living residents here, except for the half-dead pirates and the undead who had been gone who knows how long.
Yet, despite this, the makeshift port was unusually lively, not at all lifeless due to being filled with the dead.
And the reason for this was all thanks to that open-air tavern built from rotten planks and sails, with a sign at the entrance reading "Blackbeard's Barrel."
