Chapter Thirty-one
The plan is to delay the pirates' execution to plan for their escape. Easier said than done. But why do I find myself stuck in a battle between the pirates and royal guards? Blood everywhere. Guns and bombs. Arrow flying around us. Dead bodies. Whimper in pain. Cry for help—pure chaos. Then Death is in my arms, dying. “What are you doing?” I yell at him when he reaches for my hand. I am now holding the sword struck on him. “It's a shame that I—I won't be able to get to know ye more.” “Don't talk!” I yell again. “Don't worry.” He smiles. “I will find ye even in another world.” Then with my hands, he pushes the sword more to his body. I have no time to react because there's a quick change in the surroundings. The sun is blinding me. I can't lift my hands to cover my eyes. Something
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