The towering figure cast a dark shadow over the huddled crew, his broad shoulders and bulging muscles exuding a commanding presence that demanded both respect and fear.
His chiseled features were etched with lines of experience, and his piercing gaze seemed to penetrate through the very souls of those who dared to meet it.
"Sigh what an island."
The man figure said, as he wipe his dangling curly hair, using his right hand with a giant metallic hook that gleamed menacingly in the dim light of the ship's lanterns.
The hook appeared to be an extension of his arm, a weapon that he wielded with deadly precision and without hesitation.
"Hey!"
As Martis landed a hand on his back, the man turned to face him with a side glance, sizing him up with a cold, calculating gaze.
His lips curled into a faint smile, revealing a hint of amusement that belied his ruthless reputation.
"Oh?" he drawled, his voice heavy with a hint of amusement.
However, Martis remained silent, his attention glued to the system screen hovering in the air before him.
[[ Fairy devil Island: ]]
[ Mysterious magical creatures lurks in this island, some are harmful others peaceful. ]
Hook's lips twisted into a vicious, toothy smile, pleased with the terror he had undoubtedly instilled in Martis.
"I am James Hook," he announced, his voice ringing out with confidence and authority.
"And you are on my ship, in my territory."
His piercing gaze seemed to penetrate through Martis' very soul, and the young crewman couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
As he surveyed the mysterious island ahead, Hook's thoughts turned to the one thing that truly terrified him: the crocodiles that lurked in the dark, murky depths of the nearby waters.
"Call me Captain Hook," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
"And yes... I am your captain."
Martis unconsciously pulled his hand back from Captain Hook's shoulder and shifted his weight, indicating his growing attention to the captain's words.
With a grim face, Captain Hook continued, his eyes fixed on the distant shores of the mysterious island ahead.
"I admire your courage to come and risk your life," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of admiration.
"But it is unfortunate that we won't be responsible for your safety once we enter the island."
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the tense,
expectant faces of Martis and the crew. "We will face many dangers on this mission," he said, his voice growing cold and steely.
"But I promise you this: I will do whatever it takes to ensure that we succeed. And if that means sacrificing a few lives along the way... so be it."
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"But I will give you information about the island's dangers,"
Captain Hook continued, his voice low and measured.
"I am warning you that this information is the only thing I know, for I am sure that there are other mysteries in this island."
Martis nodded in silent agreement, his eyes fixed on the captain's face.
He could feel the weight of the captain's words settling heavily on his shoulders, and for a moment he wondered if he had made a grave mistake by joining this mission.
Captain Hook felt a grudging respect for the young man's calmness and composure.
He despised noise and disorder, and Martis's quiet, focused demeanor suited him well.
He saw a spark of potential in the young crewman, a glimmer of hope that perhaps there was still a chance for them to succeed.
Despite his tough exterior, however, Captain Hook couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for the young man's fate.
He knew, deep down, that the odds were against them all once they set foot on the island, and Martis had only a slim chance of survival.
But he pushed the thought aside, for he was a captain who knew the importance of projecting strength and confidence to his crew.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Captain Hook took a deep breath and opened his mouth once again, his eyes glittering with a fierce determination.
"Listen closely," he said, his voice ringing out with a steely resolve.
"For what I am about to tell you could be the difference between life and death."
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"A boy that was cursed or turned into a puppet by a pixie or fairy was abducting children at night when everyone was asleep,"
Captain Hook said, his voice low and ominous.
"The people couldn't do anything but watch and discover that their sons and daughters were taken, for the Peter Devil had magical powers to evade or avoid detection."
Martis listened in rapt attention, his eyes fixed on the captain's face.
He could feel the weight of the captain's words settling heavily on his shoulders, and a shiver ran down his spine as he imagined the horrors that the children must have faced.
"What does he do to children?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Captain Hook's expression darkened, his brow furrowing in anger and disgust.
"He feeds their youth on a very dangerous fairy, a tinker devil, draining them of their life force until they are old and withered," he spat out, his voice thick with emotion.
"And then he discards them like trash, leaving them to die alone and forgotten."
Martis felt a surge of revulsion and anger at the Peter Devil's cruelty and callousness.
He couldn't believe that such a creature could exist, let alone thrive on the suffering of innocent children.
"How did I know?"
Captain Hook continued, his voice growing quieter.
"I saw it with my own eyes, at a time when I even had to sacrifice my hand and those children to escape from that cursed place."
As he spoke, Captain Hook's eyes flickered with a fierce intensity, a deep-seated hatred for the Peter Devil burning within him.
Martis could sense the captain's pain and trauma, and he felt a pang of sympathy for the man who had endured so much in his quest for revenge.
Suddenly, the ship lurched forward, jolting Martis out of his thoughts.
He looked up to see the island looming closer, its dark silhouette casting a foreboding shadow over the ship.
Martis could feel the tension radiating off of him in waves, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement at what lay ahead.
Suddenly, Martis's thoughts were interrupted when Captain Hook's voice could be heard once again.
"But whenever the navy and army try to find them, they always disappear,"
Captain Hook continued, his voice low and menacing.
"However, I am special. I am the only one who can find them."
Martis listened intently, his eyes widening in awe and fear at the captain's words.
He could sense the captain's confidence and determination, and he knew that there was nothing that could stand in his way.
"Every month, I would come and save as many kids as I can!"
Captain Hook declared with a fierce determination.
Martis could not feel the passion and conviction in the man's voice, and he wondered how captain truly cared about the children.
But as he spoke, Martis couldn't help but notice a cold, calculating edge to the captain's voice.
It was as if he was not just seeking to save the children, but also to exact a brutal revenge on the Peter Devil.
"The children would still be alive on the island, the only time the demonic Fairies would consume them was when the moon was high on the sky, showing almost seventy-five percent of its stellar body,"
The words echoed in Martis's mind as Captain Hook spoke.
Martis turned to face Captain Hook, his eyes narrowing as he listened to the man's words.
He could sense the captain's anger and hatred, and he wondered if the man's thirst for vengeance would cloud his judgment.
"However, that's also the time when we could enter the island!"
Captain Hook declared, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
"We will strike when the Peter Devil least expects it, and we will not stop until we have rescued every last child from his clutches!"
Martis took a step back, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination.
This was no ordinary man he faced.
Captain Hook exuded a fierce determination and unwavering strength, unlike anyone Martis had ever encountered.
As an Asura who loved the thrill of a good fight, he couldn't help but feel awestruck by the captain's presence.
It was a stark contrast to the grandeur aura of his own father.
The game had never felt more realistic to Martis than it did at this moment.
The sweat on his palms and the rapid beat of his heart were all too real, a testament to the immersive nature of the experience.
Despite his doubts and fears, Martis couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the captain's courage and dedication.
He knew that with Captain Hook at the helm, even someone like him stood a chance against the horrors that lay ahead on the island.
But Martis was no fool.
He couldn't rely solely on the captain for his survival.
He would have to rely on his own wits and skills to make it through the dangers that awaited him.
Captain Hook was a formidable ally, but he was also a part of the game, and Martis understood that he ultimately had to depend on himself.
The ship had finally reached the shore, and the crew eagerly disembarked onto the clear, salty water and soft white sand.
Martis, who was not a complete crew member, gazed in amazement at the full crew for the first time.
He had only caught glimpses of them during their busy routines aboard the ship.
However, he knew that the ship could not have sailed itself - this was not modern times.
As Martis took in his surroundings, he couldn't help but feel awestruck by the beauty of the island.
The dense jungle loomed ahead of him, while the crystal-clear blue waters and sandy beaches beckoned him to explore.
The island seemed to call out to him, inviting him to lose himself in its mysteries.
But his reverie was soon interrupted by Captain Hook, who raised his muscular arm and bellowed in a commanding tone,
"Listen up, mates! We've got work to do and no time to waste. Don't forget to set up camp here and make preparations for our journey ahead. Keep your wits about you, and stay alert for any dangers that may lurk on this island."
Martis couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the captain's stern leadership.
He knew that the journey ahead would be fraught with peril, but he also felt a sense of excitement building within him.
He was ready for whatever lay ahead.
"Let's split up!" he declared.
Martis noticed that the crew, like NPCs in a game, obeyed without question and scurried off in different directions.
As Martis stood there, lost in thought, he suddenly heard a familiar mechanical voice in his head.
[[ Mission ]]
[ Save at least one child you can come across, letting all the children get killed will be considered failure. ]
[ Note: the more children saved, the higher the rewards. ]
Martis felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear as he gazed out at the daunting mission ahead.
The weight of the task at hand was almost suffocating, but he knew that this was where the real game begins.