Even at the crucial moment of life and death, that streak of gold still firmly captivated everyone's attention.
Gazing into the distance, the blood-dripping dragon head flag of the Pioneer Guiding Colonial Trading Company fluttered in the wind atop the mast.
A figure, as straight as a javelin, dressed in the uniform of a Pirate General, stood against the fierce storm at the very tip of the bowsprit, his cloak billowing wildly, yet not wet in the slightest.
Beret Tanya gave a wretched smile.
"The Golden Deer? The Sea Hunter? I didn't expect you to be the one to come at this time. No matter, the circumstances of the Lancaster Party couldn't get any worse. I am a sinner of the Lancaster Party. If only I hadn't been so convinced I was the most capable of leading the Lancaster Party to victory, so obstinate in my ideals. By now, we might have already captured you and would be celebrating in the International Port together."
