With a tremendous crash, the sail came down on Gore, shaking the entire ship several times.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, most of the crew stood dumbfounded and speechless. Ever since the two crewmen had been thrown into the sea, everything had started to feel wrong.
"It's those three!" one crewman said, pointing at Hancock. "They must have done it! The captain and the other two only got into trouble because they tried to approach them!"
Whether it was a guess or something else, the crew had nevertheless keenly grasped the truth of the matter.
For a time, titles like "Sea demons" and "Goddesses of Misfortune" were piled onto the three Hancock sisters.
Just as people in medieval Europe liked to call women who lived apart from society "witches," people in any world handled things they feared in much the same way.
But no matter how viciously they spoke, no one dared take another step forward. Some even began backing away.
With two living examples right before their eyes, they had no desire to become the next sacrifices.
"Big Sister!" Sandersonia clung to Hancock's arm. "They're so scary."
Hancock quietly comforted her. "Don't be afraid. Our benefactor said we'd return safely."
The atmosphere aboard the ship fell into a stalemate. The crew did not dare casually touch Hancock and the other two, but neither did they intend to let them leave.
People were always filled with fear toward the unknown.
"Right, I found two burned corpses in the cabin just now. They came out of the cabin too."
One of the people who had gone into the cabin to put out the fire shouted loudly.
After hearing that, the other crewmen looked at Hancock and the others even more strangely. The already loose circle around them retreated another