Standing next to those crates were a few burly men, bare-chested, revealing their strong muscles, each carrying a heavy weapon on their back, as if they were standard pirate gear.
However, upon returning, everyone was obviously very happy, each holding a bottle of booze, laughing recklessly, as if they had just played a game, with human lives being as insignificant as ants in their eyes.
Some pirates were even dancing wildly, howling at the sea, like a group of deranged lunatics.
Jackson furrowed his brows and murmured.
"Can any of you understand what they're saying? What language is it?"
The three women looked at each other and shook their heads.
In fact, the most educated person here was Bethany, but she hadn't mentioned it to anyone before.
She graduated from Stanford University
