Boom! Boom! Boom!
Near midnight, tongues of flame suddenly burst from the ship's cannons upon the pitch-black sea, triggering explosions throughout Port Royal. The silent night was shattered in an instant!
"Help! Help! Pirates—it's pirates!"
"There's a fire here! Someone, put it out!"
"Someone, help! Help! Is anyone there? Please save me!"
"Counterattack! Counterattack now! The pirates are charging in!"
Just as Qing Mo had anticipated, the moment the last Aztec Gold Coin fell into the sea, it was destined to draw Barbossa and the others—already cursed, stripped of all sensation, and turned into undead skeletons—here!
"National Preceptor, National Preceptor! A band of pirates from who knows where is attacking us!"
Will Turner, who had only just become a commandant, hurried before Qing Mo. This sudden wave of pirates was the perfect chance for him to prove his worth!
"National Preceptor! You were right after all—there really were pirates bold enough to launch a sneak attack tonight!"
Qing Mo was currently in a remote corner of Port Royal with Jack Sparrow and quite a few personal guard soldiers. He had not chosen to remain aboard the treasure ship with his women!
"What? The National Preceptor knew pirates would come to attack Port Royal tonight?"
"That's right! The National Preceptor had already made all the arrangements at dusk. He was simply waiting for these military merits to deliver themselves to our door!"
Hearing Will Turner's question, Zhang Hu, the deputy general, looked toward the foreign commandant personally chosen by Qing Mo!
"These pirates are all cursed. They have become undead, and the weapons in your hands cannot harm them!"
"But that is their only advantage. Other than that, they are no different from ordinary people!"
"Bring more ropes. Use our superior equipment and numbers to tie up every pirate charging at