It was common for Sirens to flee when they sensed danger. After all, this had been a chance encounter, not a planned ambush. With no preparations, it was only natural that she had escaped.
The pirates hauled Mulan aboard. He was shivering slightly, but he stayed in the downpour, letting the rain wash over him while he kept scrubbing himself with his hands. It amounted to taking a shower.
"Damn, that seawater was cold."
Though it was only early September, the seawater in the storm was bone-chilling to an ordinary person. The pirates nearby kept laughing, then hurried into the cabins to shelter from the rain.
Many of the pirates were still secretly disappointed. They did not necessarily have to kill the Siren. Even luring her out for a look would have been a feast for their eyes. Capturing her alive would have been even better.
Almost every pirate was saying the same thing, making Mulan realize that while the pirates could be called brave, they could also be said to lack any reverence for Supernatural Beings.
Their lack of reverence came from having a pirate like Raskin above them. They were rather like foxes borrowing a tiger's might.
Unlike the Forward Legion, a powerful army that had already forged its convictions, the pirates might reveal their ingrained cowardice the moment their leader disappeared.
In the lowest level of another pirate ship, Kilga was cleaning the hold. As a newcomer, he naturally had every filthy, exhausting job dumped on him.
Kilga had seen Mulan jump into the water to lure out the Siren. It only strengthened his belief that the pirate called Vincent was either a madman or someone with powerful hidden trump cards-or both.
"That works too!"
Kilga was thrilled. Vincent wanted the Wish-Granting Pot, while he wanted supernatural