Screams burst from the two pirates as they slapped at each other and ran wildly in agony, yet they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies at all.
After struggling for over twenty seconds, the two of them collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again. The fire began spreading throughout the entire hold.
At that moment, the rocking ship gradually steadied again. It seemed they had finally avoided the massive wave from earlier.
Hancock blinked as she looked at the wrecked hold. Even now, she had yet to figure out what exactly had happened.
The string of coincidences and sudden changes had left her little head somewhat dazed, but she reacted quickly nonetheless, hurriedly opening the box on her back and letting her two younger sisters out.
"Run!"
Grabbing her sisters' hands, she rushed outside. It sounded as though fighting was still going on beyond the hold, but she could not worry about that now. The fire was already spreading through the hold; staying there would surely mean death.
If any transmigrator, or certain people from Earth, had witnessed that scene just now, they would probably have been unable to resist shouting, "Soul Reaper has arrived."
That was right. What had just happened bore an extremely strong resemblance to that classic movie from the past. A chain of coincidences had likewise led to the two men's miserable deaths.
But Hancock had not yet noticed anything unusual. Nor did she have much time to think about it.
After escaping the hold, she found many people fighting on the deck. However, judging by the situation, the two sides were not on the same level at all. The victor would likely be decided very soon.
"Fire! The hold is on fire!" Hancock shouted.
A large amount of supplies was stored in