Martial Arts Worlds

Chapter 136 Lord's Island

the seagulls flew over the silver-sailed ship and let out raucous calls, echoing across the open sea.

"mmh..." ambrose opened his eyes and saw the sun's shining light attacking his eyes, forcing him to squint in discomfort.

he slowly sat up, scratching his messy hair, and looked around the deck, where the sleeping pirates were sprawled out, their empty bottles and fallen chairs scattered everywhere.

"yawn!"

he let out a loud yawn, then stood up and opened a hatch that led to the lower deck.

after stumbling inside the storage room, he opened one of the wine barrels, and as he dipped a cup into the barrel, he noticed it was empty.

with a furrowed brow, he went through every barrel and noticed that they were all empty.

"we drank it all last night..."

ambrose tossed the cup away, climbed up the ladder, and stared at the passed-out pirates.

"wake up, you mongrels!"

with the loud shout, the pirates jolted awake and looked around groggily, with everyone having a pounding headache.

"what is it, captain?"

they asked, half asleep.

"we've run out of supplies!" ambrose shouted. "helmsman, come with me!"

the groggy-looking helmsman stumbled to his feet, then followed after ambrose to his quarters and took a seat there while holding his pounding head in his hands.

"find the nearest island." ambrose took a map from the drawer and handed it over to the helmsman. "our food is also running low."

"yes, captain..." the helmsman rubbed his eyes and checked out the map.

after a short moment, he tapped on the map at one island particularly.

"a small island about fifty kilometers from here. it shouldn't be near any navy outposts either."

"that will be our next stop then!" ambrose folded the map and slid it inside his drawer. "you know what to do."

"yes, captain!" the helmsman saluted, then left the quarters and started barking orders to the drunken pirates.

'haha, deserved,' the young man laughed.

with his very own makeshift tower and the old spyglass, there weren't many things he couldn't see from his perch in the tree.

spying like this was frowned upon in many corners of the world, but so far, no one had caught him doing so.

he shrunk the spyglass back down, and slid it inside his pocket as he planned to return home as it was turning quite late.

however, at that moment, he saw a black dot on the horizon. it was clearly a ship.

'a ship? there aren't many visitors usually.'

out of curiosity, he retrieved his spyglass and looked over to the black dot.

the black dot turned into a full-fledged ship with silver sails and a jolly roger flag flying high.

"ah, ha... ah..." the young man stumbled over his words, then fell backwards from his makeshift tower and landed in a heap on the ground.

"ouch!"

the fall was luckily not that serious. he could've broken his neck, but luckily, he only ended up with a few scrapes and bruises.

'right, that ship. without a doubt, that is a pirate ship!'

the young man pocketed the spyglass and started running towards the town as fast as he humanly could.

his feet were tapping against the grass ground, his knees moving up and down in rhythmic motion, propelling him forward with an urgency fueled by adrenaline.

"pirates!" the young man shouted with his hoarse voice. "pirates on the horizon!"

as he arrived at the small town, he ran through the town's only street, shouting about the pirates.

the shopkeepers and the townsfolk all stopped what they were doing to listen to his warning.

then, as they all looked towards the open sea, they saw the silver-sailed ship heading in their way.

"ahhhhhh!"

they all screamed and started running away to the hill—on top of the hill, a lonely-looking church stood tall and foreboding in the setting sun.

they all pushed the church's doors open and hid inside, the town turning empty and silent behind them.