The sunlight cutting through a crevice cast onto the Ghost Ship, adding a touch of warmth to its eerie cold aura.
This was a large three-masted sailing ship with three decks, and towering stern and bow. In close combat, it allowed sailors to board enemy ships more swiftly, showcasing its Spanish style.
It seemed dead, the hull dilapidated, marred with cannon marks, and even some places webbed with spider silk and algae. But when the Conquerors approached, it awoke without warning.
Like the roar of a Wild Beast, long-dormant cannons bellowed once more, black cannonballs flying from the muzzles toward the Conquerors.
Boom, boom!
The Conquerors weren't defeated by this small scene. They dodged deftly, surprised but undeterred, sprinting at full speed. This type of ship was certainly a target to be seized at all costs.
They were now quite frustrated; because of caution, they hadn't brought enough hands, or they would have captured this ship already.
