There are no communication devices now, and the people on the ship have to go ashore to update information, but this ship has long set off to wander the sea.
As for the reason?
It’s just like those unlucky devils who ca to feed the fish so ti ago, all attracted by greed and, having nowhere else to turn, decided to gamble as ordinary pirates.
But most of the Hamlet maps they could find pointed to here years ago, not the new place over there.
Because that place is so ordinary, it might not even have a na on the pirate maps, perhaps just a small town or village.
For those pirates familiar with Hamlet, the previous bandit invasion might have already seed like destruction in the eyes of those pirates.
Such a blunder is very interesting, especially for the Deep Diver, who used to have to have the Sirens sing outside to lure a few over.
Recently, pirates have constantly delivered themselves to the door, possibly these very pirates that have disturbed the Deep Diver, making them attack the nearest human town.
Who knows, anyway, the Deep Diver is dead, and those pirates still co for plunder.
"Land! We see land!"
"Quick, sail over!"
"..."
On that old pirate ship, so sailors were cheering; only those who have experienced the pain of drifting at sea can understand their feelings.
A couple of them wore filthy, stinking clothes that hadn’t been washed for who knows how long, black and clumped; their skin was dark and reddish, with large areas of sunburned cracks, sparse hair, and tangled beards, all revealing a harsh living environnt.
Dirt and ugliness seed to be their synonyms.
And the buildings vaguely visible on the distant land stimulated them even more.
Their eyes seed to shine, faces nearly full of cruel smiles, and their lean bodies could hardly constrain those frenzied, ugly souls.
Only slaughter, gold coins, alcohol, and won could soothe these frenzied mobsters.
Just at this mont, fog inexplicably rose at sea, obscuring their vision.
As if their interest was suddenly interrupted, it pulled their attention back to the surroundings.
"Damn! What’s going on?"
"It’s not even nightti, where did this fog co from?"
"Could we have run into sothing...?"
"Screw you! Don’t jinx it!"
Before the person could finish speaking, another interrupted, life at sea has many taboos, because if sothing strange happens, it’s really hard to escape.
"Speed up."
"Everyone move your asses!"
They weren’t rookies. Imdiately, they grabbed their gear and scattered to guard against possible enemies, while so hurriedly fiddled with the sails.
But they never experienced such bizarre fog, which in an instant engulfed them entirely.
Then, the "whoo-whoo" sound of the wind entangled with so strange lody penetrated into their minds.
But the pirates no longer cared, because they suddenly saw a ship appearing beside them, without knowing when.
The hull, dark as the deep sea itself, was crawling with barnacles or other marine life, the sails had long been severely damaged, and there were even clear fractures on the ship’s body.
But it was this dilapidated appearance that stripped away their last shred of sanity.
In the pirates’ minds churned countless bizarre sea legends, trying to match what they saw before them.
However, before they could figure it out, the clinking sound of chains rang, and they saw the broken ship casting chains that hooked the ship’s side, linking the two ships together.
Iron Chain Links!
Instant cries of despair and screams echoed on the deck as the gathered pirates realized and tried to flee for their lives.
But these intense sounds seed to further provoke that ship, bringing forth sothing even more terrifying than chains.
Rapid ringing of bells sounded, and those chains, like the tendrils of a sea beast, dragged those guys one by one into the ship.
Before they could react further, the terrifying screams turned into roars of rage.
Because the pirates, for unknown reasons, suddenly went into a frenzy, slaughtering each other, as if they’d forgotten what just happened, pulling out knives to stab their companions nearby.
So even inexplicably burst into mad laughter, their bodies out of control, performing chaotic actions, indifferent to the swords piercing them.
And only then did the lody hidden in the fog beco clearer, eventually even overpowering the mad laughter.
For those pirates had already fallen on the deck, and the remaining few, for so reason, stood dumbly in place as if devoid of sense.
A ship with forty or fifty pirates was easily toyed with and annihilated.
Capturing hearts and minds, this was the true power of the [Enchanting Voice].
Lance, standing at the ship’s bow, finally put down the conch and raised his other hand to shake the bell.
Chains stretched out from the ship and dragged a pirate into the dilapidated ship.
"Speak, who are you, and why did you co here?"
The words from Lance’s mouth seed to carry a magical power, making the stunned pirate spill everything without reservation.
It’s still more convenient to communicate with humans; Lance had had enough of those bizarre creatures.
However, listening to their descriptions of the rumors about Hamlet circulating on the pirate island, judging by the tiline, this was not his doing.
Soone had been trying to incite those pirates before, only they sohow ran over here to feed the fish.
Could it be the old ancestor? Does he still have contact with those pirates?
Or did the ancestor find no food on land and wanted so seafood, so he lured them over?
Lance didn’t know, and naturally, these pirates didn’t know either.
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