Chapter 137 Whispers in the Tavern

The tavern was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke from countless pipes and cigars. A motley crew of patrons filled the room – pirates with missing teeth and scarred faces, weathered sailors nursing mugs of ale, and women with painted faces and provocative clothing. Olivia scanned the room, a predatory glint in her eyes. She spotted a burly man with a thick beard and a gold tooth gleaming in the faint light, sitting hunched over a tankard of ale in a corner booth. "There," she said, nudging Jane and Lucian towards the booth. As they approached, the man looked up, his gaze flickering from Jane to Lucian, then settling on Olivia with a mixture of recognition and apprehension. "Captain Olivia," he growled, his voice gravelly from years of bellowing orders at sea. "What brings you to this humble establishment?" "Business, Captain Braun," Olivia replied, her voice devoid of pleasantries. "We're looking for information. Anything you can tell us about Blackheart's whereabouts." Captain