Chapter 376:
Daphne
The mood on their ship looks somber as we sail by.
The Bunny glides past them at a leisurely pace, close enough that we can see the men's faces—hollow-eyed, exhausted, some still with scarves tied around their necks.
They lost someone last night.
The System told me about it. About how Marina snapped.
Well. I understand her.
Losing a life to Neptune's Candle for a pirate is like an Olympic medalist losing a race to elementary school students.
You just don't.
It's the kind of mistake that gets you mocked in every port from here to the eastern seas. The kind of mistake that follows you. The kind of mistake that makes other pirates question whether you deserve your ship, your crew, your reputation.
Oops.
I lean against the railing, watching their ship shrink behind us. The prince is standing at the bow, his head bowed. Marina is at the helm, her red hair wild in the wind, her jaw tight.
They're not looking at each other.
