While rowing, Bruce did not wear his suit of armor.
At Charles's command, Bruce leaped straight into the water.
As a Ratman evolved from a rat, swimming was practically innate to Bruce.
Bruce concealed every sound as he made his way into the harbor of the small island.
The drunkard was still lying on the ground, leaning against a rock and snoring.
After arriving, Bruce carefully surveyed the surroundings before reaching out and pressing a hand to the drunkard's neck.
With a slight exertion of force, the drunkard immediately passed out.
Bruce then reached out, supported the drunkard, and entered the water. When he slipped beneath the surface, he made almost no sound.
Bruce swam back to Charles's raft with the drunkard, and they hurriedly rowed away.
This was a fine opportunity to obtain intelligence about this plane. Charles would never let it slip away.
Turner was an ordinary member of the Claw Pirate Crew.
The past few days had been happy ones for the Claw Pirate Crew, because they had just landed on an island and plundered a considerable amount of supplies.
On the island, they had not only seized necessary daily provisions, but also brought back some women.
Though these women were rather plain-looking, to pirates like them who lived on deserted islands, as long as there was a hole, that was enough. Who cared about anything else?
For the past few days, the pirates had been drinking and making merry, savoring this hard-won life.
Compared to them, the plundered women and those whose homes had been destroyed were far more miserable.
Today, Turner had drunk himself into a stupor before Bruce brought him back.
Splash!
The sky was still dark when a bucket of seawater was dumped directly over the unlucky pirate.
Turner jolted awake and