The last flicker of the sunset quietly slipped away, and the night once again ruled this sea.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
On the deck of the "Venus," the firearms array continuously spat out scorching gunfire.
It dispersed one after another the azure "souls of drowning" that seemed to be made of mist or water, yet more souls surged in like tidal waves.
Splish splish splish...
Most of them maintained their appearance from life, including temple guards clad in armor with feathers in their helmets, as well as Nimansite pirates and adventurers wielding firearms and scimitars, all shouting in unison in their native language:
"Cusco! Hand it over!..."
But the "Venus" was no easy target.
Under the onslaught of countless souls, even if there were fish slipping through the net of the firepower, they would be immediately extinguished by Apsuya, Olivia, Milan, and other pirate officers on the ship who activated their wolf skin armor.
