"..." Muria fell silent for a moment, and then abruptly changed the subject, "What happened to the original captain of this fleet?"
"He's dead." The first mate of the ghost ship responded sorrowfully before suddenly perceiving the liches, who had hidden their aura, standing behind Muria. The soul fire within the skeletal skull instantly flared up. "Captain, are these the new crew you brought?"
Muria glanced back at the liches behind him and nodded, "Yes, indeed. I've come to staff the crew. I've heard that our fleet suffered heavy losses, so I brought some undead to supplement."
"Captain, our loss is not just heavy!" Speaking of the battle damages, the first mate of the ghost ship lamented to Muria. "We were almost annihilated. Our fleet originally had thirteen ships; now, only five remain. With me included, the number of surviving crewmen is less than a hundred.
