Chapter 79: JACOBS POV[BONUS Chapter]
It was an aura of power, ant to crush my will and make bow.
Inwardly, I scoffed. I had felt the weight of the deep ocean on my lungs.
Experienced the feeling of a crushing magic of a rmaids rage.
Just this much pressure wasn’t enough to deter . I didn’t even blink.
"And didn’t anyone ever teach you not to go around harassing children?" I retorted, giving her a slow, deliberate one-over look, from her feathered hat down to her leather boots.
"If you don’t take care, miss, so unwanted rumors might start going around."
I let a small, mocking smile play on my lips.
"I’d hate for your legendary na to be tarnished by so little misunderstanding. People might think you have to pick on simple kidnapped n, just to feel big."
"B-BOSS!" Dinklehir was flabbergasted. He blurted out the word frantically, his voice cracking in fright.
He looked like he wanted to jump forward and cover my mouth with his hand, unwilling to let say another word that might offend the beast folk.
"Don’t interrupt."
The beast folk rely said those two words, yet a cold chill washed over every man on my ship.
It wasn’t a shout, but the sheer authority in her voice was enough to shut everyone up instantly.
Dinklehir went stiff as a board and didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.
Even I myself felt disturbed in that mont.
It was a strange feeling, a prickle at the back of my neck that told I was standing in front of a true monster.
A rare thought couldn’t help but cross my mind, was this woman, in fact, as strong as Persephone? Perhaps even stronger?
She had a presence that felt solid and dangerous, like a mountain that was about to fall on you.
Not wanting to diminish my self-confidence, I quickly shook off the idea.
I couldn’t afford to start doubting myself now.
If I showed even a second of weakness, she would pounce on it. I kept my gaze locked onto hers, refusing to look away.
The beast folk stared at in silence, not saying a word. She was studying , her golden eyes moving over my face as if searching for a crack in my mask.
She didn’t look angry anymore; she looked intrigued. Her tail flicked behind her, hitting the deck occasionally.
The silence persisted for a long while. The only sounds one could hear being the creaking of the ropes and the splashing of the waves against the hulls of the two ships.
The n behind were as still as statues, waiting to see if I was about to be turned into a snack.
When I thought I should say sothing else to break the tension, she finally spoke up.
"Beco a mber of my crew," she said.
"W-What?" I blinked, trying to process what I’d just heard.
My brain felt like it had stalled out. I had expected a threat, a fight, or maybe a demand for gold. I definitely hadn’t expected a job offer.
"Absolutely not!" I refused without hesitation.
The words ca out of my mouth before I even had ti to really think about it, but I didn’t regret them.
I stood tall, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring right into those glowing golden eyes of the beast folk woman.
Why on earth would I want to help such a woman in the first place? I didn’t know her na, nor did we have any history between each other, and I definitely didn’t trust the way she looked at .
Leaving feeling uneasy.
I’d had enough of being bossed around by won like her.
I had just finished breaking my literal chains; I wasn’t in any hurry to put on new ones, even if they were made of gold and pirate fa.
"You sure? I could make you my first mate," she said, her voice smooth and deep. She tilted her head, her white-furred ears twitching as she watched my reaction.
’To hell with being your first mate,’ I scoffed inwardly. She spoke as if that was so kind of great prize I should be jumping for.
As if being the right-hand man to a pirate was the dream of every guy who got lost at sea. It wasn’t enticing in the least.
To , "first mate" just sounded like "assistant boss," and I was tired of having a boss of any kind.
But then, a thought hit . Why would she just give such a high-ranking position right off the bat? We had just t.
I had just woken up from being knocked out. She didn’t know if I could lead, if I could sail, or if I would even be loyal.
Wasn’t she worried it would cause displeasure amongst her n? If I were a pirate who had worked on her ship for years, I’d be pretty mad if so random guy from a slaver ship got promoted over on day one.
It felt like a trap, or maybe she was just that desperate for soone with a bit of backbone.
"I’m afraid that’s still a no," I said, keeping my voice steady. I didn’t care how good the title sounded.
I wanted my own life back.
"Really? So you’d rather wander aimlessly through the ocean without my help?" she asked.
Suddenly, she revealed a light smile.
I frowned, not sure what she was talking about. What did she an by I would wander aimlessly through the sea? We had a ship.
We had a crew. We had the sun and the stars.
I wasn’t a sailor, but I figured if we just kept moving, we’d eventually hit a piece of dirt.
I glanced at Dinklehir, seeking answers. He was the one who had been manning the wheel.
He was the "old tir" who claid he knew everything there was to know about boats.
Surely he knew where we were going.
"Umm... boss, you see..." Dinklehir started.
His tone didn’t sound confident as he spoke. He wouldn’t look in the eye.
Instead, he started fiddling with a piece of rope on his belt, his face turning a little red.
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