Surrender!

Death Waltz did not last long, but for ordinary pirates already weakened by sleeping drugs, it was more than enough to kill them.

When the domain faded, bodies lay strewn all around Ling Chu.

Those closest to her had almost no Health Points left. Those farther away had passed out cold. The pirates standing in the distance and the archers on the second floor saw the scene, and their will to fight collapsed.

Their captain had been taken down, and First Mate Grande was stuck to the deck, unable to move.

All the main cannons were out of action, the rudder was wrecked, and the mainmast had snapped. Now an entire shipload of fearless skeletons was pouring aboard.

How were they supposed to fight that?

Ballista Bolts from the Ghost Ship kept flying in from the side. Skeleton archers held the high ground, while ordinary skeletons pushed steadily forward along the deck.

The Nautilus crew, who had barely managed to hold their formation, were soon driven back again.

"Don't retreat! Hold the line!"

"I'll kill anyone who runs!"

Several senior crewmen were still shouting orders, but hardly anyone listened.

A middle-aged pirate with a senior crewman's badge on his chest looked around, his expression shifting.

A few seconds later, he spun around and ran toward the half of the ladder frame still attached to the broken mainmast.

The people nearby thought he meant to take the high ground and keep fighting. Instead, as soon as he scrambled up, he yanked down a spare white signal cloth and raised it high over his head.

"Stop fighting! We surrender!" His voice nearly cracked. "The Nautilus surrenders!"

The fighters faltered. More and more pirates stopped attacking.

Some threw down their sabers, and others lowered their muskets. Two men who had been about to