Every pirate was excited now.
The small fry waved guns and clubs, roaring meaningless sounds at the sky.
The captains were excited too.
They had waited days for this, and the moment had finally come!
The square-built man had the fiercest temper, and he could no longer contain his murderous intent.
"I can't wait any longer! Boys, get the ship moving!"
Soon, his pirate ship's sails were raised and its anchor hauled up, ready to leave at any moment.
The square-faced alliance leader looked grim, but inwardly, he sneered.
Let that bastard go if he wants. Let's see how he breaks through alone!
He'll just come slinking back!
But just as that thought crossed his mind, he saw the other pirates begin raising their sails and hauling up their anchors too.
At the sight, he took a deep breath and ordered his own sails raised.
Meanwhile, he cursed inwardly. What a bunch of reckless idiots!
Yet in the end, his ship was among those leading the way.
Meanwhile, in the Base Chief's office at the G-1 Branch base, Randall sat in a chair with a stack of papers in his hands.
His brow was furrowed, and he seemed to be deep in thought.
But his serious expression soon vanished.
"Man, this list is making my eyes swim. I really am not cut out for this kind of work."
Randall rubbed his forehead and spoke with considerable regret.
"Old A, you saw it yourself. I tried my best. Unfortunately, I'm just not made for this."
Randall spread his hands helplessly.
Aequus remained expressionless. By 'tried my best,' do you mean you spent less than three minutes looking through the documents?
Then he sighed and said:
"I'll do it. Such is the fate of an adjutant."
Aequus looked rather mournful.
"Great, great."