"Damn it, why are there so many undead?"
"They've come for revenge, they've crawled out to avenge themselves."
"What are we going to do, the ship's been taken over by the undead, how can we leave?"
The drunken pirates instantly sobered up.
They exclaimed in shock while frantically putting on their armor.
They were pirates.
They had thought about facing retribution.
But they hadn't killed this many people in their lifetimes, it was as if all the people killed by pirates were being blamed on them.
The pirate captain's face showed horror as his eyes rapidly swept over his surroundings.
He mulled over ways to retreat.
This was an isolated island, without a ship they had no chance to escape.
And they couldn't rely on swimming to reach other shores.
Seeing no other way out, the captain drew his weapon and yelled, "Shut up, we're all damn pirates, what's there to panic about, these skeletons aren't that smart. Follow me, we'll circle around and then take back the ship."
