Outside the two-story cabin was a corridor enclosed by railings, connected to the hall by metal stairs. The metal bulkheads were riveted between beams by rows of large rivets. There was no decoration, only some unusual pirate graffiti.
Exaggerated genitalia, bizarrely shaped naked women, the pirates' life seemed as messy as the graffiti itself.
In the camera, more and more people gathered in the base hall.
After receiving this awful news, the once bustling activities of warship repair, resupply, and cleanup of the pirate base came to a halt.
The warriors stood together with heavy faces. They still held tools in their hands, with black oil stains left on their fingers. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, mist rising in the warm air.
The entire hall was dead silent, with an air of sorrow silently spreading. Helen could clearly see the bewilderment on the warriors' faces through the lens and could deeply feel a sense of sadness, an unavoidable despair emanating from their bones.
