Our Family Has Fallen

The pirates on this ship are all elite, having survived many chaotic situations, so naturally, they are not weak.

Although the fog is a major taboo, they quickly adjusted and displayed a strong desire.

The desire for killing, plundering, and rape soared!

Redbeard nodded in satisfaction at the sight of the crowd, but suddenly seemed to hear something.

It was faint and difficult to perceive among the unrest of the people, but if you listened closely, there was a feeling of it coming closer from afar.

For the sound became clearer... ethereal and elusive like a vast, tranquil ocean, unconsciously making one relax, drifting on the sea like a jellyfish...

"Caw! Caw caw!"

Suddenly, strange screams exploded, snapping Redbeard awake, and instinctively he raised his hand to pull out a dried monkey head the size of a fist from his pocket.

Looking at it, it seemed to be just a head, definitely not alive, but it carried obvious traces of witchcraft, driven only by eerie supernatural power.

It was an amulet worth a thousand gold coins, made by a native wizard from an overseas island, and Redbeard had paid some price to acquire it.

But he couldn’t care less about that now because Redbeard realized everyone around him seemed immersed in some kind of illusion, all unconscious and dazed.

"Wake up!"

"What are you doing?"

"Get up for me now!"

Redbeard kept trying to wake them up, but to no avail, whether by shouting or physical force.

However, that sound grew stronger, and soon the monkey head in Redbeard’s hand shrieked like an alarm clock, but in the next second, like it had run out of power, it cracked open.

Redbeard no longer cared about this because he saw something in the fog.

An ancient, dilapidated ship with countless barnacle marks, as if it had just been pulled up from the sea floor.

But Redbeard’s focus wasn’t on that because he recognized the ship; he was once part of its crew!

The Endless Dark, the Pirate King Black Jack’s vessel, a terrifying extraordinary battleship, why was it appearing here!

"No... impossible... how could this be..."

Redbeard stood frozen on the spot, the malfunctioning monkey head falling straight to the ground and shattering, revealing nothing but blackness inside.

"You call yourself Redbeard?"

At this moment, a slightly impatient voice rang out, but unfortunately, there was no one left to answer.

Lance’s figure appeared at the bow of the No Light, jumping directly onto the deck here, without even bothering to glance at those pirates, wondering if elite riffraff were not still riffraff?

As for this Redbeard, he was not bad, being able to hold on till now, requiring specific targeting to suppress his consciousness.

Indeed, clearly, this thick fog was what Lance unleashed with the help of the No Light, utilizing the cover of the night to engulf the fleet.

Over twenty ships, large ships could have forty to fifty people, and small ships ten or so was good enough. Piecing them together, there could be four to five hundred people.

This was already a very powerful force for pirates, easily plundering an ordinary town.

But for Lance, their role was merely to feed the No Light. After devouring along the way, the cracks on the front half of the hull had already been largely restored.

Now Lance felt there weren’t enough. If it were a fleet of a thousand people, it might have been enough to repair the No Light.

And they could also gather a batch of warships and materials, which were what Hamlet desperately needed. Otherwise, with just two training ships, it would be a joke to speak of it.

Not to mention the sanatorium could also replenish a wave of materials, and there was nothing more appropriate than malevolent pirates.

For ordinary people, he needed to triple-check and confirm evidence of crimes, but these guys’ hands were absolutely stained with victims’ blood, calling them evil incarnate was an understatement.

Lance conducted a simple interrogation, and under the soul-piercing voice, pirates revealed their secrets without hesitation.

However, pirates were essentially about plundering, squandering the money, and then continuing to plunder, waiting for a warrior’s death. They had no habit of saving money, so naturally, there weren’t any valuable secrets.

Picking and choosing left those with value, like the cadres, the healthy ones, and the sick ones.

Indeed, at the initial stage of medical research, any patient held research value.

As for the rest...

The iron chains reached out and skewered them like candied haws, sweeping them into the ship’s hold.

Thank you, Mother Nature, for your gift.

The pirates’ fate was either to become part of the No Light or head to the sanatorium. Comparatively, a simple death was a mercy, and Lance was always this kind-hearted.

"Why would you appear here..."

Lance turned his gaze towards Redbeard, the most valuable target, believing he could provide some interesting answers.

And with Redbeard’s self-narration, the reason for him being here was revealed.

Before hearing about Hamlet, he had sent someone once to investigate why the casino’s money hadn’t been handed over, but unfortunately, they met their end under Lance, also contributing a ship to Hamlet.

To know what kind of setup that ship had, it should have run rampant here, and yet, in Redbeard’s view, it perished in a small town.

It was this mysterious loss that put Redbeard on high alert, later on exaggerated rumors about Hamlet in Shipwreck Bay further intensified this feeling.

Something wasn’t right...

Redbeard was very familiar with this sea area. In his impression, Hamlet was just a rundown village, how could it possibly be like the rumors?

You could call him an old turtle, but it must be said that this old hand had some skill to have lived till now.

But unfortunately, in the face of increasingly exaggerated rumors, and further messages revealed, he couldn’t help but extend his head.

No pirate could resist the temptation brought by gold coins, and Redbeard was the same. However, being cautious, he didn’t act rashly but was always preparing.

If someone truly investigated, they would discover something was wrong, that was, why those scattered, unstructured pirates went directly to the bay, rather than to the town.

This was because the nautical charts spread from Shipwreck Bay were Redbeard’s doing, he had been to Hamlet, back when he was young, following Black Jack, knowing there was a small dock in the bay to bypass all the chaos and directly enter the ruins.

According to his plan, he just needed to drive those scattered pirates to explore, even if they found something good, he could then devour them. Plunder amongst pirates was also very common.

But clearly, all those pirates were fed to the Deep Diver, even transformed a good number for the Deep Diver, enabling adequate fish-mouths to attack Hamlet.

Those he used as scouting pawns disappeared in the sea, making Redbeard understand that route was a dead end.

Meanwhile, as time went by, other genuinely strong pirates turned their attention here, further increasing his pressure.

After losing a ship, only six large ships remained, whereas the pirate kings had tens, even hundreds of ships, although these figures certainly included medium and small ships, they were still not something he could contend with.

Why was he so eager to act? Because apart from external pressure, there was also internal pressure.

Everyone followed you, Redbeard, to eat meat. Now you’re afraid to move, watching others eat. What’s that about?

Among pirates, it’s not uncommon to cut off the captain and replace him or even directly split the team.

Not to mention new recruits were even more unstable, and he could hardly afford to maintain these guys.

What he truly wanted was to use them as cannon fodder, needing a war to wash out the cannon fodder before he could truly absorb skilled hands into the team to make up for the loss of a main ship.

In fact, those people knew it too, because that’s the brutal survival law of pirates. These guys weren’t afraid of death, or they believed themselves to be the one to survive.

Right at this time, some people who dared not reveal their identity contacted him...