Ahh~ our hot blood surges~
Our plundering never ends
Ah~ ah~ ahhh~
Our big ships stand taller than mountains~
Ahh~ ah~ ah~ ahhh~
Yo~ ho~ yo~ yo-ho~
Yo~ ho~ yo~ yo-ho~
Yo~ ho~ yo~ yo-ho~
Just waiting to set out with the boss~!
Ah~ ahhh~ oh-ho~ oh~ ho~
Cruel and cunning Black Sail Gold Tooth~
All hail the big boss~!
He rose from a heap of trash~!
Alongside those tattered sails and terrifying tales~
We are part of the endless sea!
At dawn, the mist-shrouded sea was shattered by a burst of boisterous, ear-piercing sailors' songs. Through the haze, ugly, brutish steel behemoths could be seen cutting across the water.
One after another, they formed a vast cluster, or rather—
A fleet.
"Boss, this fog came at just the right time."
Inside the Malefic's command cabin, Kazzmaka, the fleet's technical chief, fiddled with a mysterious spark-spewing device as he let out a strange chuckle.
"You sure this thing works?"
Gold Tooth ignored his remark and glared at the strange machine.
Corresponding to it, a round polyhedron had appeared atop the Malefic's highest mast, covered in wires like a sea urchin.
"Sure! Sure! The Shrimp won't be able to see a thing."
"Hmph! Don't disappoint me. The Shrimp have been on edge lately. In weather like this, they send even more planes."
Just as he spoke, a shrill burst of static came from the communicator.
"Boss! The Shrimp's iron flies are coming, straight for us!"
"Hm!?"
Gold Tooth's eyes widened. He immediately left the command cabin and went to the observation post, where the lookout waiting there promptly handed him a pair of binoculars.
The Ork fleet's supreme commander raised the binoculars and looked toward the horizon. Sure enough, two tiny black dots were approaching.
"Damn it!"
Gold Tooth immediately