Flying Tiger

There was a sharp sound coming from a bugle, followed by an appearance of an odd shaped ship, sailing up at maximum speed from Fett River. It was like a shark from the depths of the sea.

Benjamin and his group were still standing in the hall of the empty inn, discussing their next move. When they heard the commotion, they went to the entrance to take a look.

The ship entered the docking area with utmost inelegance, crashing the wrecked jetty and making it tremble. It was followed by countless vicious ruffians rushing into town from the ship, making all sorts of screaming and shouting noises.

Benjamin supported his forehead with his hand and shook his head.

What a freaking coincidence.

He had just found out about the pirates and now they were bumping into them. He must be jinxed.

"Teacher Benjamin, let’s head over there and take care of them," Joanna suggested.

"... There is no rush, let’s check it out first," Benjamin still shook his head after he considered about it.