"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Roars echoed in his ears.
Conni, wielding a rapier, paced the battlefield. He gazed at the ruins before him, his eyes full of emotion.
Tortuga Island!
The pirate sanctuary!
He had once known every plant and tree here.
Which shops had the best drink, which shipwrights were the most skilled, and which pirates often came to the island...
He knew them all too well.
"SWOOSH!"
A blue-eyed sharkfolk holding a longsword charged at him, its weapon thrusting fiercely and directly into Conni's heart.
The blade passed through his body.
Conni's expression remained unchanged. With a flick of his wrist, he stabbed his rapier into his opponent's forehead.
"PFFT!"
The blue-eyed sharkfolk stiffened and fell backward to the ground, the longsword simultaneously pulling out of Conni's body.
There was no blood on the blade.
"Cough, cough!"
