By then, the pirate ship was in utter chaos. The mainsail had been taken in—not because the pirates wanted to sit around and wait for death, but because just now, their ship had gradually come to a stop on the sea, as if something beneath it had seized the entire vessel. The wind-filled mainsail had pushed the mast until it creaked, and if they did not lower it, the sea wind would tear it down.
The pirates gathered on the deck, gripping cutlasses and nervously scanning their surroundings.
Bang!
The captain's cabin door was kicked open. Two figures tumbled out. One fell to the ground, while the other braced both hands on his knees and coughed violently. Black seawater sprayed from his mouth and nose.
A huge surge of black seawater poured out of the captain's cabin. After coming into contact with the air outside, it quickly evaporated.
"Cap... Captain, what happened?"
The helmsman hurried over. Although he had a rebellious streak, at a critical moment like this, having the captain stand at the front was clearly the better choice.
"Cough, cough, cough... bad luck..."
Captain Burke coughed violently, tears and snot streaming from his face. He was not crying from fear; he had simply choked on the seawater that had just poured over him.
Rumble!
A loud boom came from beneath the pirates' feet. They all felt as if the ship under them had leaped out of the sea.
Crack, crack...
After the crisp sound of planks breaking, the pirate ship barely stabilized. A black ram pierced upward from beneath the side of the hull and burst through the deck above. The pitch-black ram looked as if it had been made from the bones of some enormous creature.
With the pirate ship severely tilted, all the pirates could do