Whoosh!
A curved blade slashed down, but before it could hit the rope, Charles blew the man's head apart with a Bone Needle Bee shot.
Bang!
In the instant his head exploded, white and red matter sprayed everywhere.
This traitor had underestimated Charles's strength—and the sail ropes as well.
Even if Charles had not stopped him, he would not have been able to sever the rope with a single slash.
The sudden corpse left several pirates at a loss.
Charles said coldly, "He was a traitor. Throw the body overboard to feed the fish!"
"Yes!"
The nearby pirates hurriedly answered, then rushed over, lifted the corpse, and threw it into the sea.
Splash!
The body hit the water, sending up a broad spray.
On the Garrote Pirate Crew's sloop pursuing from behind, the sharp-eyed Third Brother spotted the scene.
He laughed. "They aren't having an internal fight, are they? Why have they started throwing corpses overboard?"
"Quick, catch up to them!"
But both sides were fast sloops, and their speeds were evenly matched.
In fact, Charles's Black Pearl was slightly faster.
The Black Pearl carried less cargo and fewer people, sat shallower in the water, and naturally moved faster when the wind blew.
Charles estimated the distance and said, "No need to run so fast."
"Keep that ship on the hook."
Quake asked, "Captain, do you want to swallow up Gus's ship?"
Charles nodded. "What do you think?"
Quake looked troubled. "The Garrote Pirate Crew has more men and more Tide Warriors. I'm worried they've gathered their elites on this sloop."
"We have too few men. We might not be able to beat them."
Charles smiled. "Don't worry. My strength exceeds your imagination."
"Do as I say."
Seeing that, Quake had no choice but to begin directing the pirate sail