Just as the Narwhal was about to be submerged by the paper man, a shrill scream suddenly came from the distant air, and the paper man on the Narwhal suddenly stopped.
Charles forced himself to look into the distance. Odrick, transformed into a giant bat, had already reached the sky above the wooden boat. The yellowish canvas shook violently under the power of the sound waves. The entire wooden boat began to tremble constantly.
Seeing his crew members turning the tables, Charles could no longer hold on, and his body slowly fell to the ground, rubbing against the hull.
The crew members immediately noticed the captain's abnormality and gathered around him, each with a nervous look on their faces.
"Captain! Who did this?" The second mate looked at the protruding knife wound on his chest, his face full of confusion.
"Don't worry about me... Hurry... Go and get rid of those paper people..." Charles, his vision darkening, said intermittently.
The second mate nodded quickly and led the sailors to rush towards the trembling enemies.
It was getting darker and darker, and Charles couldn't even hear the sounds around him.
As he watched the torches on the deck light up, a thought flashed through Charles' mind. "Am I going to die?"
Charles felt everything getting brighter and brighter, and the pain in his body was rapidly fading away.
Facing his impending death, Charles found himself calmer than he thought. "I'm finally dead... I don't know if I can travel back in time..."
The first mate, who had just disappeared, squeezed through the crowd and came to Charles, dragging two people on his hands.
One of them was a new sailor who was stabbed in the neck, and the other was Dipper who was shot. The sailor's injuries were not fatal, and Dipper's gunshot wounds avoided vital parts, so neither of them died.
Charles could see the two men talking to the bandages in horror, but he couldn't hear anything now.
Bandage put the two men side by side on the ground, looked at Charles deeply, and took the black knife from his hand.
Charles wanted to ask what the bandage was for, but his bloodless lips trembled but he couldn't open them.
Bandage took the blade and quickly drew a three-pointed blood array on the deck. The gaps between the array were filled with twisted inscriptions.
"Puchi!" The sharp blade pierced into the sailor's chest. Charles and the crew members around him were also filled with disbelief in their eyes.
Bandage swung the sailor's body toward the formation, then raised the knife toward Dipper.
"Swish." A boat nail was nailed on the first mate's knife-holding hand.
Looking at Charles's angry eyes, Bandage silently put down the knife, crawled on the ground and chanted something in a low voice.
The blood from the sailor's corpse seeped into the magic circle on the deck along with the chanting of the bandage.
A transparent octopus tentacle formed by sea water stretched out from the edge of the boat bed, and the chanting sound of the bandages became louder and louder.
The tip of the tentacle pointed at the sailor in the formation, and the corpse with eyes wide open quickly slid out along the inside of the tentacle.
The tentacle dyed red by blood quickly fell towards Charles next to it, and the entire tentacle turned into blood again and splashed on Charles.
After being drenched like this, Charles, who was just dying, screamed hysterically.
White smoke was coming out of his body and he was shaking and twisting like a snake. The blades in his body were quickly ejected and the wounds were healing.
At this moment, Charles felt as if thousands of knives were stabbing into his body, and the severe pain almost made him go into shock.
After just a few seconds, Charles, lying in the sea, had healed as before.
Bandage calmly walked over and helped the wet Charles up. "Captain... the sacrifice is only half paid... your injury is not completely healed."
At this time, the screaming sound had disappeared, and Odrick, who was covered in blood in mid-air, was besieged by a group of black paper men in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Charles quickly rushed to the deck gun and fired directly at the wooden boat in the distance.
It seemed that the distance was too far, Charles missed the target after several shots.
Charles turned his head and looked at the crew on the deck, "Bandage, you go to the helm, James, overload the turbulence furnace, and everyone else prepare your weapons, we have to catch up with it!"
Everyone moved at once, and the Narwhal, which had been stationary for a long time, began to move again.
Charles' black hair swayed in the wind. His face behind the mask was as cold as frost, but the hatred in his eyes could not be concealed.
Seeing the Narwhal approaching, the wooden boat seemed to want to escape, but its speed was not an advantage at all, and the distance between the two ships was rapidly closing.
Under Charles' control, the deck gun tilted its ammunition again, continuously stirring up columns of water around the wooden ship.
"Crack~" The mast of the wooden boat was smashed and fell onto the deck with the canvas, and the speed of the wooden boat dropped sharply.
"Don't slow down!! Just rush forward!" Charles' angry roar was heard on the deck.
The speed of the Narwhal increased again. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the bow of the Narwhal pierced deeply into the belly of the wooden boat like a spear.
Looking at the figures on the boat, Charles didn't care about anything else. He turned the muzzle of the gun and fired wildly at the opposite deck. The artillery roared, and the wooden boat was instantly riddled with holes, and bloody body parts flew everywhere.
If it had been bombarded a few more times, the ship would have surely sunk, but Charles did not continue, as he needed to know who had sent this ship.
"Boarding!" Charles led the crew and rushed to the other side along the bow of the ship.
Crossing the tattered deck, Charles led the crew to the cabin of the wooden ship.
Just as he came down the stairs, a cold light slashed towards Charles' face. Charles shrank his body and the black knife in his hand quickly chopped the paper man in front of him into several sections.
But this was just the beginning. An endless stream of black paper people came up again, and they seemed to be attacking the enemy like crazy.
"This thing looks like it's being controlled by someone! You guys hold on! I'll go over and take care of their master first!!"
After Charles finished speaking, he rushed towards the paper people in front of him. At this time, his body was like a loach, sliding quickly among them.
The paper men seemed to be getting anxious, and rushed forward, trying to stop Charles from leaving.
Charles is like a small boat in the story, in danger but never capsized.
However, the more people there are, the more Charles' advantage of human agility can be brought into play. On the contrary, because they are too crowded, the paper people often hit their own people when they swing their weapons.
After dozens of seconds, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear. In the dim cabin, a human in a black captain's uniform was muttering to himself, with four sky blue candles lit next to him.
As soon as he saw Charles wearing a mask, the man's face was immediately filled with fear. He quickly blew out the candle, and in the darkness, he quickly ran along the wall towards the window next to him.
This little trick was of no use to Charles, who had dark vision. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
Blood flowers bloomed precisely on the man's limbs. Before he could react, the black blade in Charles's hand was already against the man's neck.
(End of this chapter)