The captain was unreliable, but there was nothing the crew could do. With such a vast gap in strength, there was really nothing they could do except pray.
As the two sides drew close, the hair on the Fluffy Pirates' captain suddenly grew wildly, binding the merchant ship directly and even forming numerous black hair rope ladders.
"Brothers, charge!"
For some time now, the Fluffy Pirates had been living a life of starvation in the Calm Belt. They had finally managed to escape, only to encounter a merchant ship incapable of resisting them. Their eyes had practically turned red with desperation. One by one, they charged aboard with blades and guns in hand.
"Looks like praying won't help." The captain sighed, then set his face and pulled a pistol from his coat. "Then we'll fight these pirates to the death!"
"Captain, I don't think we can beat them."
"Obviously. But at least we can die with a little dignity." The captain rolled his eyes, raised his pistol, and fired off a rapid string of shots.
Honestly, the Pirate World's technology tree was bizarrely skewed. Those guns looked like ordinary old-fashioned powder firearms, yet not only were they as powerful as modern small-caliber pistols, they could even fire in bursts!
Unfortunately, the barrage achieved little. The Fluffy Pirates had been through the wringer; the weak ones had already been fed to the fish in the Grand Line and the Calm Belt. The survivors might not have been especially strong, but dodging pistol fire was no problem for them.
"You actually dare shoot back? Looks like our Fluffy Pirates' two-year absence has made you little brats much bolder!" The skinny sniper on the pirate ship sneered. He raised his gun and shot the captain's pistol right out of his hand.
"Heh heh,