The Next Meeting Will Be Your Death

At this moment, the large number of pirates left behind on the pirate ship saw humans leaping from the steamship, daring to charge toward their vessel with reckless abandon.

"Damn it, have these humans gone mad? They actually dare to charge at our pirate ship—are they lining up to die?" one pirate stared in disbelief, having never encountered such a situation before.

Usually, they would round up these humans and slaughter them all.

Even those who didn't die would be on their knees begging for mercy, but now, some were actually daring to launch an assault on their pirate ship; it was simply unheard of.

"No, wait, something is wrong. Where is the Captain, the four high-ranking officers, and those elite crew members? Where on earth did they go? Weren't they supposed to be slaughtering that human trash?"

Some pirates noticed that something was amiss; they couldn't seem to find their captain or the elite pirates, as if they had all vanished into thin air.

"Could it be that the Captain and the others are dead, wiped out by those damned humans?" a pirate speculated.

"Wiped out, my foot! What kind of powerhouse is the Captain? How could he possibly be killed by those weak humans?"

"Exactly, you must be crazy to have such an absurd thought."

"Tiny humans are only fit to be food for us Fishmen. Thinking they can turn the tables and attack us? They're dreaming."

"But the problem is, if the Captain isn't dead, where is he now? Why is there no reaction even though these humans are attacking? Don't tell me he's asleep."

Many pirates felt a sense of impending doom. They felt as if that seemingly weak steamship was now a giant beast, devouring the elites of the Blood Shark Pirate Crew.

*Whoosh! Whoosh!