My vision turned bright scarlet as I saw flas burning around .
They were on top of , yet I wasn't hurt or injured by it.
Instead, I felt power.
Unimaginable power.
"CAPTAIN!!"
I turned to look at Mad John and watched him as he put out the flas on his clothes with the water that had splashed on our ship.
Oops!! I might have burned him unintentionally.
Don't worry Mad John, when all of this is over, you are definitely getting a promotion.
Looking into his eyes, I could see the fear and stupefaction in his eyes as he looked at with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
Don't look at like that Mad John. I might get shy.
Cough!!
Not shy in that way, but haven't you seen a flaming Captain steering his ship before?
The helm was no longer hard to control.
I could now steer it with ease and tilt the ship to the other side while the tiger whale followed behind.
Even though I knew that I was been chased by death itself.
Even though I now looked a man that has been lit up in flas.
Even though I have been in this new world for less than a day. Yet I have experienced all these things…
It felt fantastic. Like an adventure, I never knew I needed.
A situation that I never thought I would encounter or experience in my forr life.
And all this, every single one of it, felt exciting.
And with the adrenaline currently flowing through my body, I felt an urge to laugh out loud and scream in happiness as though I was enjoying my present misfortune.
What the heck? I can't help it.
"Ahem!! AHOY, HEARTIES!. ALL HANDS ON DECK. TONIGHT, WE CHASE THE SEAS".
I spoke to no one, except myself.
"BANG!!!" "SWOOOOSH!!!"
"AND OUR GUEST OF HONOUR, A BEAST SENT BY THE REAPER HIMSELF".
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[ Mad John's P. O.V ]
What kind of unreasonable occurrence was this?
How does any of this make sense?
What the hell happened to Prince Wyatt?
All these thoughts ran through my head like a plumting hamr, sending my mind into confusion as I looked at Prince Wyatt handle the fad and now captured 'Captain of the Posoinous maids' crew, Captain Clara'.
Ever since yesterday when he told about attacking the Posionois maids' crew, I was shocked. Surprised that he even had the galls to think about such a thing.
I thought that he had gone mad.
I thought that the Prince could no longer handle the necessary effort that ca with being a pirate and had decided to commit suicide.
Although I wasn't in line with his train of thought, I couldn't disobey his orders.
After all, he was a prince and I am just his subordinate. And even if I did oppose him, that knight would quickly co running to slice my neck with her sword.
Sotis I even wonder which side she was on. Because no matter how many stupid stunts Prince Wyatt pulled.
No matter how ridiculous his plans were.
No matter how unreasonable his orders would be, we were told to put up with it.
That was what she had told us. She had uttered those words with her strange-shaped sword pointed at our necks intending to butcher us if she was t with any objections.
And although we were quick to point out how outlandish her words were, we only did that in our minds, because we were slaves.
Every single one of us here sea slaves. We were debtors with unimaginable debts to pay and no way to pay them.
Our only way to escape the debts we have dug for ourselves was to sell our bodies as slaves.
Thus, we beca sea slaves- slaves who were bounded to a ship only to be sold to an inexperienced pirate who wanted to journey the seas but couldn't gather his own crew.
We were taught that we were lucky because we were sold to a Prince, but reality once again showed us the harsh truth.
Every day he overturned our reasoning and perception of him by making a ridiculous decision that trumps the last one.
And soon, so of us reached our breaking points.
Although we were slaves, the only reason we beca one was to escape our debts and keep on living till our contract expires. So what good would it be if we keep risking our lives only to die before we were set free from our bondage?
And so, so of us retaliated.
They tried to kill the Prince when he was asleep and steal their slaves' contract. But unfortunately, they were found out and killed by the knight only to be thrown off board that night.
Fortunately, I wasn't among them.
Even though I wished that had succeeded so that we could get back our lives back.
And the very next day, he didn't even notice.
He didn't even recognise that so of his crew has been thrown to their death off-board.
His actions and deanour that day reminded us once more of who we were currently.
We were slaves.
We were nothing more than slaves in the hands of a foolish Prince.
There wasn't any hope for us to survive before our contract expires., We knew it, and so did the knight.
And even no matter how many tis we pray to the different gods we worshipped, we knew that it would take nothing short of a miracle for it to happen.
But, as though the gods themselves were listening to our prayers and voices with open ears, it happened.
A miracle had happened.
After I had rescued Prince Wyatt after I had miraculously seen him drowning in the ocean during the battle against the 'Poisonous maids' crew', I knew that sothing in him had changed as I watched him slam Captain Clara's head against the floorboard.
And after listening to what he had said soon after, I was sure of it.
He had changed.
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