Noon, 12 o' clock sharp.
The wind was calm, and the sun was high in the sky.
At this moment, the headless corpses that were not deaf had become food for the Sharks. And his head was taken back to the submarine by Graybeard ... Probably to be kept as a souvenir (or perhaps an ornament).
On the beach, a large pool of blood was emitting a fishy smell under the sunlight, causing the nearby Pirates to frown.
However, they still had to stick to their posts and wait for the arrival of the twenty-two people on the island.
"Guys, pay attention." Not long after, a sharp-eyed pirate leader was the first to see the figure in the jungle. He immediately shouted to remind his companions to get ready.
"Relax ..." Max, who was standing in the back row, said in a calm tone,"this is a deal, not a war. They just want to leave alive." He paused for a moment."Look ... They don't even have any weapons."
