77 Whimpers of a Departed Spirit

"Oh?" Sheyan relaxed himself as he raised his head to admire the vast dark sky. A warm breeze gently blew across his cheeks.

Sheyan couldn’t help but sigh, he felt that the seabreeze contained a tinge of moist and wildness. A familiar feeling to him who had worked on board a ship for over 7-8 years. It was an indication of an incoming hurricane. Yet, the surrounding of Herb Island contained no such ports to shelter ships from it!

Naturally, Sheyan wasn’t the only one who could sense this inevitable hurricane. In a matter of seconds, the anchored pirate ships all sounded off their unique horns; deep resounding mournful shrills that carried the urgent message for the pirates on shore, to hurry and return.