On the mist-covered sea.
Like a terrifying ghost ship from Hell, the pitch-black hull covered with seaweed and shells, reeking of decay, quickly approached, scraping the side of the pirate ship and tearing a large gash.
The ship's planks emitted a bone-chilling creak of unbearable weight.
Planks and grappling hooks were swiftly placed on the opposite side as pirates were violently shaken, unable to keep their footing.
Captain Hog landed steadily on the wildly swaying deck, as if on solid ground, rushing into the chaotic crowd of pirates, launching a slashing storm.
His swordsmanship was exceptionally skillful, his weapon in hand moved with the precision and swiftness of a viper, piercing every pirate's throat with effortless ease.
Following closely behind.
Were the zombie sailors, stepping on the planks and hooks, launching a boarding attack.
These water-swollen undead bore sinister smiles filled with malice toward the living on their faces.
