"Un-undead?!"
Ticky's eyes suddenly contracted, and his whole body froze.
He looked up along the cold blade, and what met his eyes was a face appearing dead—pale, hollow, devoid of life.
A "sailor" who had fallen suddenly stood up, halting his staggering retreat, and stared at him expressionlessly.
Immediately, another dead sailor wobbled up from the ground.
His pupils contracted violently, and terror exploded in his mind.
"Something's wrong! Retreat! Retreat—" Ticky roared hoarsely, finally showing a look of horror on his face, waving the command knife in his hand while falling back.
But unfortunately, it was too late.
When the pirates jumped onto the deck one after another, they were horrified to discover that the "corpses" lying on the ground were getting up one by one.
