At last, the two ships drew close.
"Hmph. A pack of hypocrites. Every time I run into them, I can barely resist the urge to kill them all. Keh-heh-heh."
“Wet-Haired” Caribou got a clear look at the warship, too. He knew they had surely heard of him. After all, he had killed plenty of Marines.
"Keh-heh-heh. One look at my pirate flag, and those Marines must be scared out of their wits."
“Wet-Haired” Caribou held his head high and stuck out his long tongue, grinning viciously. His eyes were full of contempt. As always, he expected to see the Marines pale with fear.
But to his surprise, these Marines were nothing like the ones he usually encountered, whether stern with righteous conviction, struggling to stay calm, or thrown into a panic.
This time, he saw a group of Marines whose faces had turned blue with hunger. A strange light flared in their eyes. Several chains linked the two ships, and the Marines charged across like starving wolves, heedless of their lives.
"Ah!"
Under the assault of these inexplicably frenzied Marines, screams rang out across the Caribou Pirates' ship. Pirates fell one after another beneath the relentless attack.
"How are those Marines? They're a pack of starving wolves!"
One pirate spoke in terror. He had never seen anyone fight more savagely than pirates. You're supposed to be Marines! he cursed inwardly.
Against such a frenzied assault, the pirates' resistance was feeble. They were being crushed. They could hardly believe people who had gone hungry for days could still fight like this.
In barely ten minutes, the Marines had nearly wiped out his men. “Wet-Haired” Caribou finally snapped out of his shock. Seeing that the slow-witted Coribou was still standing there in a daze, he gave him a vicious kick and shouted,