The captain of the Claw Pirate Crew was a powerful Tide Warrior—Giles.
This raid on the island had also been planned by him, and he had personally led it.
Now, in a better-appointed wooden house by the shore, Giles was lying down to rest, with two unfortunate women beside him.
They had been plundered from the island and brought here, and their days had been miserable.
Yet they were also lucky, because they were pretty. Compared to the women assigned to those brutish sailors, they were far more fortunate.
The sailors ashore were still drinking and making a racket, but it did not disturb Giles's sleep.
"Ah!"
"Enemy attack!"
A shrill scream shattered the original calm.
Giles's eyes flew open. He shoved the two women off the bed, leaped to the floor, but did not rush outside at once.
"Ah!" the two women cried out.
"Shut up! Make another sound, and I'll kill you!" Giles growled, frightening both women into covering their mouths.
He quickly began putting on his equipment and placed his weapons at his side.
Giles's armor was a set of black mail made from the leather and scales of aquatic Magic Beasts.
The outer layer consisted of relatively hard scales, while the inner layer was softer leather.
It ensured defense while also keeping his movements and swimming from being hindered aboard a ship or underwater.
Mixed in with the salty, fishy scent of the sea, Giles had already caught the smell of blood.
As a pirate, he was no stranger to that scent. He even liked it somewhat.
But in the past, he had been the one granting others the scent of blood. Now, someone had come knocking at his own lair.
That was no good omen.
Giles finished donning his armor and drew his weapon. His