"Luck was like a miracle. ”

Bumbu muttered to himself in a low voice.

He didn't dare to say too loudly—would he be punished by some god looking down on the sea if he was too proud? All he knew was that the wind blowing on the sails was almost changing direction with his will.

He slipped quietly over and grabbed the upwind halyard, carefully looped his arm twice, and nodded to the stone that had slipped off the mast to manipulate the mainline. It's hard for a man to steer the sails, especially for a small man like him...... He had never felt so handy.

He steadied himself and looked at Captain Grufeld, holding his breath—everyone was holding their breath.

"You see, we may not be friends, but we don't have to be enemies. He heard Bertram lower his voice as he made a final attempt in a sincere tone.

“...... That's right. The middle-aged man replied, though he seemed polite, but his voice remained cold, "But you have a choice, Bertram Grean...... And we have commands that must be obeyed. ”

Bertram was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and spoke: "Okay...... Please wait. ”

The frustration of being forced to give in, the pent-up anger in this simple sentence, all sound so real...... Then the cunning guy raised a hand, bent his thumb to his palm, and waved it from right to left.

As Captain Grufeld jerked the wheel, Bomb pulled the rope with all his strength.

The wind puffed up the sails, the squeezed planks creaked, and the slender Unicorn popped out its horn again without warning. With the stern as the axis, it made a small circle on the surface of the sea.

The unicorn thrust the man in the boat on their right into the water, and the waves brought by the hull of the boat rushed to the boat on the left. Those clumsy little wooden boats were not at all as light as the canoes of the southern islands. And carrying too many people, easily capsized in the not violent waves, or even more unlucky, were slapped on the hull of the Unicorn.

It's like rounding up a stick to smash a rotten apple.

Bumbu thought a little smugly, grinning - but he quickly remembered that Doyle, who loved to play the game with him on deck, was dead.

Doyle's body hung from the side of the boat when he jumped off the boat that night. One foot was wrapped around the rope, and as the hull of the boat swayed, the blood thrown out of it even splashed on his face......

A smile froze at the corners of his mouth. Bangbu rubbed his eyes. Quietly pull the rope again.

They relied on the Unicorn's surprisingly dexterity to take out half of the enemy, but they were far from out of danger.

Dozens of rockets whizzed, almost all of them aimed at the sails. Bombuti looked up in horror as they stopped in front of an invisible wall and fell. I couldn't help but whistle slightly.

"Well done. Terry!" Bertram shouted.

"Uh...... I didn't do that. Terry's voice was still weak, "This is." ”

A whirlwind blew over the deck and slammed into the boat.

The middle-aged mage's face was as black as the sky before a storm. He raised his staff and didn't seem to have recited any incantation at all, easily destroying the small elemental elf.

“...... Oh. Terry whispered, but didn't seem to be panicked. That didn't mean he was sure of victory—the freckled young mage seemed to be missing a string in his head, and he wouldn't be too nervous no matter what the situation was.

Gisel's arrows flew along with Terry's missiles towards the middle-aged mage, and Jhancy rushed to the stern. Operate the Unicorn's only weapon, a small ballista. The only weapon it can fire is a rope net with stones falling from the corners.

For the most part, they try to avoid killing, but for now, Bangbu sincerely hopes that they will have more powerful weapons like the one on the Dragonbone.

Jancy's aim is good, and the flying rope net is also very effective in trapping at least half a boat's enemy. But the remaining boats were rapidly spreading out more and more on the surface, and they had no chance of taking half of them out at once, as they had just done...... Although their purpose is only to be able to break out of the encirclement.

It wasn't easy. The wind was still answering their prayers—at least Bangbu's, but the water was so sticky that it was almost impossible for the Unicorn to move.

"I know this, I know this......" Terry's voice sounded as usual without any nervousness, "don't worry, it won't last long, especially at sea." ”

In this "not too long" time, more and more rockets have inevitably fallen on the ship, some of the soldiers who have fallen into the water have even climbed onto the deck, and Bertram has drawn his long sword and rushed over, but most of the enemy has fallen under the elf's incredibly fast twin swords.

As the scene became chaotic, Bumbu had to secure the sails and run around to put out the fires, occasionally squinting at the magical flames that flashed through the black smoke, or watching warily for the Dragonbone not far away—this time the Black Sail pirates didn't take advantage of the fire, but Bumbu had no doubt that the guys would come and pick up a bargain when they were both defeated.

"Bangbu!"

Bertram's warning voice exploded in his ears.

Bombu shuddered, but before he could come to his senses, someone grabbed him by the back collar and dragged him to the deck. Bombo shrank back and looked at the arrow beside him before he got up and nodded gratefully to the elf who had saved him.

He looked around, a slight despair in his heart. There were too many places to catch fire, and even if they could get out, they might have to leave the Unicorn behind.

Their pretty girls are already scarred...... It made his heart throb and throb.

In a rage, he drew his dagger and rushed towards another enemy who was climbing the deck, but something suddenly lit up in the southeast sky.

That's the direction of Booty Bay.

On a sunny summer afternoon, that little flash of light would be hard to spot if it weren't for the eerie purple color...... Then in the blink of an eye, the battle stopped.

The enemy, who had already stepped on the deck on one leg, jumped back into the sea on its own, the rockets stopped coming, the mage stopped casting, and a moment later, all the boats turned around neatly and headed for the shore, leaving the people on the Unicorn looking at each other in some confusion.

“...... Fight the fire first!"

Captain Grufeld shouted.

By the time they had scrambled to extinguish all the flames, the Unicorn was moving away from the Dragonbone...... And the pirates don't seem to have any intention of catching up.

"Where are we going now?" asked the stone, a little dazed, "going back to the south?"

"We'll have to find a place to repair the ship first. "Safe place." ”

“...... To the north?" replied Bangbu, looking at the sky, "the wind is blowing north. ”

Gichel glared at him angrily, not even bothering to contradict his look.

Bombu shrugged his shoulders - even he felt that the answer made no sense.

"Go north. The other voice was more determined than he was.

The woman who had been guarding the dragon stood up.

"He said, 'Go north, follow the wind.'" She looked down at the young man who seemed to be in a complete coma at her feet, "I think we should listen to him." ”.

(To be continued.) )