"Turn the ship around. Once we reach the island, find a place to give them all a proper burial."
As the mist dispersed, Oshi looked at the corpses on the ship and spoke again, her voice carrying an unmistakable gloom.
Seeing how dejected Oshi was, the pirates suppressed their fear and stepped forward to comfort her.
"Big Sis Oshi, you don't need to blame yourself. We never expected those bastards to fight so dirty."
A pot-bellied pirate who was often seen around the mess hall consoled her.
"Being willing to avenge them already makes you a qualified boss."
"That's right. How can anyone go to war without people dying? We're used to it."
"These guys are already lucky to get a proper burial. Back then, we just tossed them straight into the sea."
"I know, I know. Thank you, everyone."
Looking at the pirates gathered around to comfort her, Oshi pulled herself together and smiled brightly. Some vitality returned to her voice as well.
"This..."
The surrounding pirates all became a little shy at her smile. Although Oshi was still young, the charm of a face fit for a goddess was not to be underestimated.
"Ha, haha... Um, Big Sis Oshi, as long as you're okay. I'll go raise the sails." One pirate ran off with a red face.
"I'll go check the ammunition."
"I-I'll take the helm."
"I'll go to the crow's nest."
"Uh... I'll, I'll go use the toilet..."
"What happened just now? That was quite a commotion."
After dealing with the enemy, Burufatt rejoined Oshi aboard the ship. Naturally, he had noticed that strike that had seemed like divine punishment.
Now, seeing that Oshi was clearly in low spirits, he asked curiously.
"Big Brother Burufatt, it went like this, blah blah blah..." The pot-bellied pirate