With the cards that Graves gave me, I was able to teleport to the docks. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Not only is it close to the coast, but it's also crowded and easy to blend into. In less than an hour I will be able to leave this broken island completely, and no one will be able to find me.

But all I could think of was his angry face before he fell into the water.

This old dog.

I can't leave him behind. Ten years ago, it was the last time. I had to save him.

The pressure on my body skyrocketed, and I moved.

The next second, I appeared behind Planck.

One of the crew members looked at me stupidly, wondering why I was standing here. I interrupted his thinking with a punch. He fell on his back into the equally confused crowd on the deck, and the fools came to their senses and drew their scimitars. Planck was the first to strike, slashing at my throat.

But I'm much faster than all of them. I stepped back, slid forward, flashed the grazed steel blade, slipped under Planck's crotch, and removed the dagger from his belt. Planck shouted frantically, and the scolding soared.

I tucked my dagger into my belt and stepped over to the side of the boat in a few steps. The chain is like a black snake on the run, and the last of its tail crosses the deck, and it is about to disappear. I lunged at it, my fingers gripped at one of the rings.

The chain didn't slow down in the slightest and dragged me out. I realized I was impulsive.

The gloomy water rushed in at a rapid pace. At that moment, every cell in my body wanted to let go of the chains in my hands. As a river nomad, the fact that I can't swim has tormented me all my life. Ironically, I ended up drowning.

I took a big breath in despair, and then I was shot in the shoulder with a musket. I let out a cry of pain, my breath dissipated, and I was dragged into the sea.

The icy sea water poured into my nose, and the suffocating horror enveloped me.

Nightmare come true.

I tried to suppress the swelling panic in my heart, but to no avail. The people on the boat kept shooting into the water, and I was still sinking.

The sharks and manta rays were attracted by the blood, and they followed me into the abyss as they circled and dived into the abyss.

I was terrified, but I didn't feel any pain. All I could hear was my heart beating like a drum, and my chest felt like a fire burning. The sea squeezed into my pores, and the darkness enveloped me like spider's silk. It's too deep to go back.

But maybe I can save Graves.

There was a thud below—the daughter of the Grim Reaper fell on the seabed. The chain finally went limp.

I grabbed the chain and dived to the bottom of the sea, where there was a vague shadow in the darkness. Graves. I hurriedly tightened my chain and swam towards him.

When I got to him, although I couldn't see his face clearly, he seemed to be shaking his head angrily, meaning that I shouldn't have come back.

My arms were numb, my brain was starting to become lethargic due to lack of oxygen, and my temples ached.

I let go of the chain, and with trembling hands, I pulled the dagger from my waist.

Miraculously touched his handcuffs. I poked the tip of my knife into the keyhole - I had picked not ten thousand but eight thousand, but now my hands were shaking and I couldn't do it.

Even Graves was starting to get scared. The bubbles coming out of his mouth were getting smaller and smaller, but the shackles didn't change.

What would he do if he were replaced by Graves?

I stopped thinking about the essentials of picking the lock, but twisted the dagger frantically with brute force.

The tip of the knife jumped, and I seemed to have cut my own hand. I feebly let go of the dagger and let it sink into the abyss. So be it...... Seems to have light?

Above me, as far as the eye could see, it was a bright orange-red. Too many beautiful things.

Is this what a dying man sees?

I grinned.

Sea water poured in.

All is calm.