"One ship, two ships, three ships..."
Nelson counted the sailing ships opposite them, growing more alarmed with every one. Seven or eight ships had emerged from the dense fog.
Although, apart from Vice Admiral Deep Sea's flagship, the rest were mostly small sailing ships that could hold only twenty or thirty people, they spread out on either side of the flagship, forming an ominous mass that was intimidating enough.
"Constantine just won't leave us alone."
"Is he here to avenge his humiliation, or is he after Lin Rui too?" Sifa glanced toward the captain's cabin.
Yesterday, as we were about to pass the Twin Islands, I sensed malice directed at me. And today, we ran into this pirate admiral. It looks like Constantine was the one who laid that ambush in the Twin Islands.
Strange. The Fallen Whisper warned me yesterday. Why didn't it work today?
Sifa narrowed his eyes at the slowly dissipating fog. Could it have something to do with that fog? Could it block Constantine's malice toward me, keeping the Fallen Whisper from detecting it in advance?
To think Constantine has something like that at his disposal. As expected, none of the pirate admirals are simple opponents.
Sifa raised a hand and gave the order. "Prepare for battle!"
"Don't panic. We'll win this fight!"
"Since Constantine has come to serve as a stepping stone for our reputation, what should we do? Accept his offer, of course!"
Seeing that Sifa was not the least bit flustered, and even had a smile on his lips, Nelson calmed down considerably. He immediately turned and roared at the sailors still standing in a daze, "Move! All of you, get moving!"
Only then did the sailors on deck snap out of their stupor. They hurried to obey the boatswain's orders, running between