"Ahhh—"
The pirate whose eye had been shot through screamed as he collapsed onto the deck, clutching his eye and rolling around.
The people aboard the Ghost Pirate Ship immediately raised their hands and fired volleys of crossbow bolts at the girl hiding behind the barrel.
A series of thuds rang out, and the barrel was instantly turned into a pincushion.
"Stop!" A bald man aboard the Ghost Pirate Ship raised a hand and shouted, halting the attacks of those around him. Judging by his position and clothes, he seemed to be the ship's first mate.
The bald man said to the middle-aged man wearing a triangular captain's hat:
"Captain, this woman is a bard. Should we...?"
The Ghost Pirate Ship's captain was a burly man with a small mustache. Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes and cursed:
"How the hell is she a bard... Isn't there no resident bard at the AN-13 Floating Island Market...?"
He also raised a hand, signaling his men to stop for the moment. Clearly, he was hesitating as well.
Shen Feng raised an eyebrow. He had not expected bards to hold such high status in the Water World. Simply declaring her identity had been enough to make these vicious Ghost Pirate Ship pirates stop attacking.
And that was after she had killed two of their men.
This was practically the moment when the poet community's intimidation was at its peak. It was as though the girl had not just announced herself as a "bard," but as some kind of underworld title like chief leader of the seventy-two mountain strongholds.
At that moment, the Ghost Pirate Ship's captain was still struggling with the decision.
Though he had always existed outside human society, he still knew something about these bards.
They were a pack of deranged