At the Transfer Port, the Ghost Ship arrived, and from the broken down ship emerged a lineup of seemingly ordinary pirates. They all wore tricorn hats and outdated sailor clothes that seemed decades old. But they were not ghosts; they were made of flesh and blood. Moreover, they weren't particularly handsome.
With the disembark of these dozens of pirates, everyone at the port was frightened and scattered, each one shouting, 'The Ghost Ship has arrived!'
On the street, a little boy innocently observed the Ghost Ship Pirates disembarking at the pier while asking his mother. "Mom, why do they say they are from the Ghost Ship? They look just like regular humans."
"They have flesh and blood, just like you and dad."
"Dad is even more handsome than them."
The boy's mother looked terrified at the approaching Ghost Ship Pirates, covering her son's mouth.
As the pirates approached, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground, and an unearthly coldness permeated.
