Harvest

The condescending and sharp spear was pointed at the chest of Filch, who obviously had a different kind of uniform than the ordinary sailors.

The pale young captain stood tall and seemed to want to welcome his death unperturbed but, when the sharp spearhead pierced through the thick woven cloth and penetrated into his flesh without any obstacle, that bitingly cold sharpness finally destroyed all of his courage, forcing him to sit down on the ground.

After killing their men to demonstrate their majesty and easily subduing the highest leader amongst the enemies, the native chief warrior, who had two feathers on his head, swept a glance at the deck. When his cold gaze swept across, all of the mainlanders lowered their heads in a trembling manner.