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"Look over there, bro! That's a pirate flag!"
On the battleship, Christa tugged on Randall's sleeve.
Then she pointed in a direction.
Randall followed her gaze.
He saw a shabby little boat with a pirate flag flying above it.
There were roughly a dozen people aboard.
"Bad luck for them, running into us.
Open fire and sink them."
Meanwhile, the people aboard the pirate ship had already spotted the battleship.
Everyone except the captain immediately panicked.
"It's a battleship! The Marines are here!"
"What do we do? What do we do? We're dead! We're dead!"
"Turn the rudder! Run! Hurry up and run!"
"Hahahaha! Let me tell you, your captain is seriously strong!
It's just one measly battleship! Nothing worth worrying about!"
Huh? Why was that last guy so out of step with everyone else?
They were all scared to death and discussing how to escape.
How could you still be so relaxed?
You actually wanted to fight back?
You must have worms in your brain!
Just then, a shrill whistle rang out.
Several pitch-black cannonballs came flying toward them.
They were about to strike the pirate ship.
With a boat that small, a single shot would be enough to sink it.
"We're doomed! We're doomed! We're dead! We're dead!"
"Mommy! I don't want to die yet!"
"Our ship can't possibly take that!
And our captain is a landlubber!
We're done for! Boo-hoo!"
"Heh, they're just cannonballs, aren't they?
Let your captain show you what he can do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the captain moved to the stern, his arm already burning with brilliant, scorching flames.
Orange-red fire cut across the sky.
Flames shaped like a gigantic fist