The wreckage of the enemy ship disappeared beneath the waves, swallowed by the merciless sea. Tyler White and Lily Gomes leaped from the sinking vessel, their forms cutting through the air with precision. Tyler held a battered man tightly in his grasp, his body limp and unresponsive. With a powerful thrust, they landed on their own ship's deck, Tyler tossing the beaten pirate at their feet. The man groaned in pain, his bruised and bloodied face a testament to the fierce battle he had endured.
"This is the fourth one," Tyler remarked, his voice laced with frustration as he wiped the blood from his brow.
Around them, the crew bustled, the aftermath of the attack still fresh in their minds. The tension was palpable, each of them on edge, ready for the next assault.
Lily glanced at the subdued pirate, her mind working rapidly. "It must be that 'Manhunter' tipped the pirates off," she guessed, her tone edged with suspicion.
