"Something's not right!"
Alek, who had been a pirate for half his life, did not feel the thrill of a mouse entering a rice jar; instead, his heart tightened at the sight of this unusual scene.
Looking at this small town again.
In the damp, cold drizzle, the gas lamps hanging at the door cast a dim yellow light. The moss-covered corners of the walls resembled eerie mold spots, seemingly ready to gradually consume the entire town.
The town was pitch black, with only a few buildings showing faint lights. Through the rain curtain, they flickered like mocking eyes of some sort of monster.
Listening closely, besides the sound of rain, there was complete silence, as if the entire town was deserted.
However.
It was impossible for a pirate to give up the wealth that's almost within grasp; a little abnormality wouldn't scare him.
Moreover, even if Alek wanted to retreat, those red-eyed subordinates wouldn't agree.
