"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Sharp arrows turned into a thin curtain of rain that fell from the sky, nailing themselves one after another into the deck amid flying splinters.
Under the order of the captain, "Oil Hand" Bern, the Pirate Ship no longer held back and quickly closed in on the cargo ship not far ahead, making its hostility clear to the other side as well.
Deep down, they knew perfectly well that on this vast sea, where there was no law and no order to speak of, surrendering and admitting defeat was a dead end.
No matter how cooperative they were, even if they took the initiative to hand over the safe hidden in the captain's cabin compartment, these bloodthirsty, vicious Hyenas would never let a single person leave and create future trouble for themselves.
When their ship's speed was far inferior to the other side's, only thorough resistance, only showing their resolve to fight, could possibly make the enemy back down and win them a chance at survival.
Therefore, the moment he discovered the Pirate Ship raising its sails and approaching, the captain of the Black Gull, Gregory—a dark-skinned, middle-aged man with extremely rich sailing experience—decisively gave the Sailors the order to counterattack.
The Sailors, already in position at the high point of the stern, looked down from above. Using their height advantage, they pulled the bows and crossbows in their hands, took aim, and fired, pouring arrows forward as if they cost nothing at the Pirate Ship whose distance was visibly shrinking.
The Black Gull had sailed for many years, and there were quite a few veteran Crew Members aboard.
But in the end, they were in a line of work where they carried their lives in their hands. Every time a voyage ended, it was as though