Chapter 100: THIRD POV.
The small ship drifted alongside the largest pirate vessel, its wooden hull bumping gently against the larger ship's side.
"Finally done rescuing the survivors?" Priscilla asked, leaning against the thick wooden railing above him. She was wiping a smear of dark blood off her cheek with the back of her sleeve, looking completely relaxed, as if she had hadn't just fought off an entire fleet of killers.
"Yes, Captain," Jacob said. Without wasting any time, he used his strong legs to leap off the First Hornet and onto the deck of the pirate ship Priscilla was on.
"I see you're already done on your end," he said, glancing over at the tied-up pirates who were shivering in fear whenever Priscilla's shadow drifted over them. They looked like terrified mice trapped in a room with a massive cat.
