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It was in all the newspapers, and of course he himself didn't read them, but Shakky told him about it when he wandered back to the café later. Roger's dying words (and damn if he just had to make a nuisance of himself, even in death) had jumpstarted some sort of piracy boom among the populace.
"THE GREAT AGE OF PIRATES BEGINS!" screamed the headline. He snorted a sarcastic laugh and pushed the paper away. Shakky said that she thought it looked fun and that she would be following the cute ones. She could have at it, but he had more important things to do than worry about thieves and vandals.
As far as he was concerned, this was no golden age of piracy. The pirate age was full of strong-willed dreamers who cared about their nakama. There were no politics attached, no desire to rule over the other pirates or join with the marines. It wasn't about acquiring gold, land, followers, or fame. It wasn't about who could get the biggest bounty or the largest fleet.
It was about the limitless sea and the total freedom she offered.
As far as Silvers Rayleigh was concerned, the golden age of piracy wasn't beginning. It had already come and gone.