The alarm resounded on the island, the seemingly ornamental loudspeaker filling the entire Little Island with sound.
It stirred deep memories in the older generation.
Elder: "It's pirates, the pirates are here!"
"I remember many years ago, the pirates would always come and loot. Later they almost slaughtered the island, but were fought off by an alliance of several countries, and they never came back."
"It's been so many years; I'd forgotten that this island actually belonged to the ungoverned area."
"Yes, it used to be an ungoverned area. Later, they teamed up to drive off the pirates, so the pirates didn't dare to come again. Now... will they come again to drive off the pirates?"
The people on the island were filled with worry and anxiety.
Ships were sailing in from afar, coming with the wind. The sky was filled with dark, floating clouds. From a distance, it looked like a fleet of ships was bringing the clouds, oppressive and terrifying.
