Liv Never Wasted Time or Money

Ripples appeared on the previously still sea. The magic-laden gale in the sky and the Dead Silence sea surface had finally acknowledged each other's existence. The gale rolled up the seawater, and the seawater stirred the wind and waves.

The once placid scene changed in less than ten seconds. A colossal wave dozens of meters high rose up, and within it, Ryan saw a huge ship. Riding the wind, it tore through the wave and bore down on the ship beneath his feet.

Ryan saw the pirate ship emblazoned with a skull and Witch Crow, as well as the woman standing at its bow with one hand gripping a rope.

Furia had been right. She was indeed a beautiful woman, with voluminous purple curls, pale skin left by years at sea, and eyes like blue jade. She was beautiful and poised, yet she had lost none of a pirate's aggressiveness. Ryan could see the wildness within her.

"Those damn bastards dare to plunder the wealth that belongs to us again! Sailors, charge them! Sink their ship!"

The woman gripping the rope shouted. Behind her, the ragged sailors aboard the pirate ship howled and waved their chipped scimitars. They descended with the massive wave, actually intending to crush Ryan's ship directly beneath their hull.

At sea, once someone fell into the water, the battle could be considered over.

However, Furia and the others on Ryan's ship were no pushovers. They continuously maneuvered the ship and barely avoided the pirate vessel crashing down on them.

The two ships passed each other, and time seemed to slow. Ryan and the purple-haired woman met each other's eyes, both gazes filled with scrutiny.

Ryan saw the crow on her shoulder. Forget those Witch Crows—even Ryan himself could clearly sense that the crow with its two