"Yes, I understand!"

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically, "I'll do it right away..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned and ran towards the port, his figure appearing somewhat disheveled.

Bertron shook his head. This subordinate was good in every way, except that he was impulsive and rash.

At this point, one should proceed at a steady pace to avoid alerting other pirates. Running so hastily might make it seem like one is being chased by something.

"That's why I'm the captain, and you're just my subordinate. You should be like me, keeping things to yourself and not showing them on your face. There's an old saying in the Flower Kingdom of the West Sea: 'A person with thunder in his heart but a calm face is worthy of being a naval commander.'"

Bertron smiled faintly, turned to look at the town, and said, "This place, I'll be the first to rob... rob... are you kidding me?!"

He took off running, faster than his men, and quickly overtook them. He practically had to put both hands on the ground, completely losing his composure.

That day, a large number of fortress-like dark clouds flew over from the upper city, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

If that thing were to fall, what dignity would they have? They'd be turned into mincemeat by now!

Damn it, his own men didn't even inform him beforehand so he could follow the rules of the pirates once he was on board!

Bertron quickly arrived at the port and was about to board the ship when he froze, staring at the turbulent sea.

The sea is very clean.

The bustling scene of numerous ships converging at the port is long gone; all that remains is seawater.

"Where's my boat?!"

He cried out in alarm, "My ship is so big! And my men! Where are they?!"

Even if they were trying to escape, they should be able to see the boat by now, but there's no sign of it anywhere.

A wave crashed over the water, and on the surface in front of him, a distinctive four-cornered hat sculpture floated by with several pieces of shipwreckage.

"So it was sunk..."

Bertron touched his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, then his eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his eyeballs bulged out.

"My ship has sunk!!!"