Chapter 385:
Marina
I see the ships through the spyglass.
Five of them. Dark sails, dark hulls, dark intent. They're still distant specks on the horizon but growing larger with every passing minute.
I have to be honest. I didn't believe it when the messenger from The Bunny told us. A pirate warning another pirate about pirates? It made no sense.
But now I see them.
I have to believe.
Can we even survive?
I glance at the crew. They're preparing—loading cannons, sharpening cutlasses, checking pistols. Their hands are steady, but their faces are pale. They're scared.
Unlike our obviously panicked crew, the pirates under the Devil are calm. I watch them through the glass—moving with practiced efficiency, no shouting, no panic, just work.
I have more to learn, it seems.
My father too—he would be staring death in the face, and his expression still wouldn't crack from its signature scowl.
Guess he was right.
I'm still just a child.
