A Black Flag!

Back on the shore, Old Sea Dog indeed saw a beached, large ship. Its hull, however, was already broken and leaking, even the mast was snapped in half, and there were corpses of his subordinates on the beach while survivors were gathering the remains. No matter what anyone else said, regardless of whether their status was that of notorious pirates, these people were, after all, brothers who had fought back-to-back. Since they died in a shipwreck, they at least deserved a decent grave.

Old Sea Dog's expression was a little sorrowful.

Although he drank, gambled, whored, and committed every conceivable vice, these subordinates were his own core crew, many of whom were old brothers who had followed him for quite a few years, and a few had even saved his life.

Now they had all died here, and he felt an overwhelming tightness in his chest!

These were all elites of Port Nyanzaru, and among them were veterans who had experienced the battles of other Pirate Kings. Instead of dying by the enemy's blade, they had perished in a storm.

Thinking about it truly made one feel deeply moved and sighed with emotion!

"Pack up the things."

Old Sea Dog spotted the corpse of a young lad, who was the nephew of one of his old brothers. The youth had followed him through thick and thin for a long time and had even received assassin training in Port Nyanzaru; his physical skills were quite good. This lad, who should have had a very promising future, had now turned into a cold corpse. Old Sea Dog squatted down to close his eyes, his eye corners involuntarily growing somewhat moist.

They were almost all wiped out.

With several hundred brothers, who knew how many could survive!

Old Sea Dog wanted nothing more