Thousands of pirates had gathered on these ships. Aside from them, several other pirate ships were on the outskirts, but from their flags, it seemed they didn't belong to the same group. This place had already transformed into a pirate lair.
All the ordinary pirates were indulging in revelry, waving their bottles and cutlasses, singing and dancing in the darkness as if trying to dispel it. There was no hint of the solemnity an impending battle demanded. Some pirates, under such circumstances, suddenly collapsed to the ground, their bodies trembling. Other pirates who saw this would merely laugh and toss them overboard to sink into the depths of the sea.
Only those Touched Ones within the Prayer for the Dead Pirate Gang appeared sullen and silent.
Two Touched Ones from the Prayer for the Dead Pirate Gang stood on the prow of one of the pirate ships. They were silent, unsure of what they awaited, staring into the darkness ahead.
"Slaves who grasp power are still just slaves."
