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he remarked. Their whispering irritated the pirates. Others warned them about the whine, but the one who spoke was the only one who understood and could speak English. "Don't dare to flee; we'll kill you before you do!" Said to be fluent in English. The two noticed that its teeth were made of gold. They silently stared at each other, saying nothing. Phantom stopped because it was pirate with an eye patch which dragged Savannah away. The man with the eye patch is their Captain, and he tried to touch and grab Savannah, which irritated Phantom.

In there, we can dock the ship safely. Just a few hours and we will arrive at the port. I already prepared everything last night as well as their identification cards. Starting today, The Pirate Hellbender will become The Salamander Adventurer. They left all the things that are related to them as a pirate on this ship for their mission and left it all here on this small ship. Drake patted my back and motioned me to follow him inside the cabin. I saw everyone waiting for me inside, though it was not my fault. No one told me that they are holding a sudden meeting today.

After all, they were in her and Hall's apportioned part of the canton, and as their Candlemaiden, she was responsible for their spiritual wellbeing. The hike to the old shrine was steep and tricky, but Iris knew the way well enough, and was barely out of breath when she reached the crown of the highest hill. The shrine wasn't for any spirit Iris had ever met, and though the glassy contours of its twisted black rocks reminded her of ocean waves, the way the jagged rocks jutted into the sky made her think of mountains and cliffs instead of wells and streams. Mother Hall had only taken her three times before, but Iris had visited several times on her own: some intangible, atmospheric quality of

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

He was young, yet his enthusiasm resonated through the ship, lifting the morale of the crew even as the enemy surged forward. As the melee unfolded, the pirate ship's captain—a man with an unmistakable presence, draped in shadows and darkness—stood atop the enemy vessel's bow. His eyes glinted with predatory glee as he held the unmistakable black flag adorned with a blood-red skull. His very presence threatened, igniting a fervor among his crew as they swarmed onto the ship, thirsting for carnage. “Prepare to taste steel!” he roared, his voice cutting through the turmoil.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't equalize my ears, meaning I couldn't descend. So I'm here on the boat waiting for my videographer and our guide." She directed friendly chatter into the camera. "I can tell you a little about the history of these waters, though. Everyone's heard of the Pirates of the Caribbean. That's not just fiction; there were lots of pirates around here. Hiram Beakes was one of the most famous pirates of Saba. He's credited with the phrase, 'Dead men tell no tales.'" She continued ad libbing for another few minutes and then grew weary of it, putting away the camera and stretching out on the seat at the rear of the boat.

Harper had tied him to a heavy pipe with a rope so he wouldn't be thrown around by the ship's violent pitching. "Hold on, Sebastian," Harper shouted over the thunder, wiping his forehead with a wet rag. "Just a little longer." Suddenly, a different sound cut through the roar of the storm. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. Machine gun fire. The ship's alarm blared. "PIRATES! PIRATES BOARDING! ALL HANDS TO DECK!" Harper’s blood ran cold. Pirates. In the middle of a hurricane. These weren't desperate fishermen. These were professionals.

She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown. She was also excited to meet her great grandfather Oscar Ariola. The man was infamous for betting all their wealth in a card game with a pirate. She wondered how a very wealthy man ended up facing the pirate. Pirates are rakes who prey on the misfortunes of sailors and people in business on the high seas.

Whoosh. While they quarreled, they heard the sound of footsteps. Then, dozens of pirates surrounded. All of them had well-built bodies and looked menacing. Some of them had red headscarves tied on their heads and exuded an intimidating aura. There were three leaders among the pirates and they released a powerful aura. They were the leaders on Devil Island. The eldest was Zale, followed by Zach and then Zaha. The three brothers' evil activities were rampant on the coasts near Pearl City.

“Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.” “Well, there’s the pirate life for you,” Sasha said. “Live like a fish, drink like a fish.” “And that’s it,” Aki finished. “That makes a total of ten pirates aboard this ship.”