“Hey, Davy.”“Yeah, Paul?”“You ever wonder why we are doing this?”The pirate named Davy hummed as he loaded another artillery shell into the naval cannon.“Well, that’s a really deep question, Paul,” Davy said. “Is it because of the circumstances of our surroundings that led us to become murderous pirates who kill and enslave innocent people, or is it our inherent evil nature that brought us to this path? If we weren’t born within the corrupted societies of the West, could we have led normal and righteous lives, or would we still end up as criminals? I don’t know, Paul… But it keeps me up at night.”Davy loaded the artillery shell and fired the cannon, humming in satisfaction when the shell smashed deep into the dwarven industrial complex, no doubt destroying another priceless piece of machinery that might never be built again.He then turned to Paul, who was staring at him with a strange expression.“No, you idiot!” Paul exclaimed. “I meant, specifically, why are our ships here, blowing apart the last functioning dwarven shipyard in this part of the Slaver Isles?!”“Oh.” Davy blinked. “Because our boss told us to?”“Okay, but why? It’s stupid! It wasn’t like the dwarves hated us or anything. That port is the most advanced repair dock in these waters. It could fix up any warship within a day for half the price anywhere else. The fact that they were neutral to us is a godsend, too; No place else would serve us pirates at the same rates and quality. Even the other pirate lords have an unspoken rule never to attack them. So why are we doing (...)