Pirate's Freedom

Time moved forward slightly, and on the slave ship drifting with the current, Fisher Tiger stepped down from the bottom of the cabin step by step...

In the stagnant and filthy air without a trace of wind, the smell of flesh and blood, the stench of sweat, and the smell of gradually decaying people eagerly entered the nasal cavity.

The dark environment, the size of the space, and the distance all become blurred.

Hiss...ho...

The weak gasps squeezed out from deep in the chest hit the eardrums faintly, as if a dying beast was lying low and howling in the ears.

Whoa!

clang--!

A large bunch of iron keys swayed and hit the railing, making a long metallic trembling sound.

Oh!

The wind lantern hanging high on the railing ignited a little light under the glass cover. As red fingers gently fiddled with the brass chassis, the flame swayed from small to large.

In all directions, from near to far, as the firelight spread, as if they were afraid of being burned by the light, amidst the rustling noise, the glimpsed figures huddled up and hid in the darkness.

The firelight highlighted the outline of the cabin.

Fine iron railings as thick as a child's arm extended straight from the floor to the ceiling, less than the width of his fist, arranged neatly and submerged in the darkness.

Between the cages on both sides, there is only room for one person to turn around in the narrow corridor.

He took off the wind lantern and held it in his hand. The tall figure casting a long shadow was speechless. He silently picked the keys in his hand and opened the cell doors beside him one by one.

click!

Bang!

click!

Bang!

……

Bang!

Little by little, the eyes gradually became dotted with light, reflecting the light faintly, silently watching the figure walking slowly in front of them——

Covered in red skin and blood-soaked rags, there are hideous triangular fin spines that extend from the neck to the back...

Under the dancing firelight, the expressionless face looked very sinister.

Stopping and looking around, looking at the shrinking sights from far and near, Fisher Tiger stretched out his hand——

"You are free."

He grasped the railing beside him and exerted force. Amidst the harsh crunching sound of the metal twisting, Fisher Tiger's voice was low, "Now...get out of here quickly."

"..."

No one spoke, Fisher Tiger continued to move forward with the wind lantern, and a group of light gradually faded away.

After a moment.

The first, the second, the third... more and more people walked out of the cage, shadowy figures in the darkness.

There was fear and gratitude at the same time, complex eyes staring at the retreating figure...

Behind the tall figure who didn't even look back, the sound of intensive stamping on the wooden stairs could be heard one after another...

……

At the end, there is a cage on the left.

click!

Bang!

Using the last key, he opened the last cell door in front of him, and Fisher Tiger stopped.

There is no feeling of joy.

In front of him, the thin arms were trembling, and little by little, they slowly reached out of the cell door.

Under the slightly curly long black hair, a child around ten years old, whose gender could not be distinguished, lay on the ground.

Amidst the gasping sound of "ho ho", it was so dirty that no color could be seen. The rag-like cloak tightly wrapped around the thin body and kept swaying.

"It's so cold...Mom..."

A confused child's voice sounded.

The thin palms rested weakly on his feet, moved slightly with Fisher Tiger's footsteps, and then quickly retracted as if frightened.

Fisher Tiger stood motionless with his fists clenched, his ferocious eyes shrouded in a thick haze.

"..."

Bang bang bang bang bang –! !

Suddenly, on the high walls of the cage on both sides, wooden boards suddenly opened outwards, and black figures flew out.

Clang! !

The nearest one had already rushed in front of him, pulled out the long sword from his waist, raised his hands holding the sword hilt behind his head, and slashed hard at him from top to bottom.

"Tangcaowa——"

"...!"

Adjusting his pace subconsciously, under the influence of insignificant force, Fisher Tiger's feet were sluggish for a moment, and the small figure was thrown into the air by the huge force.

Before his little head hit the railing, a strong red arm wrapped around him.

At the same time, facing the close attack, Fisher Tiger, who already had a bloodstain on his chest, turned slightly sideways, used his hand as a knife, and slashed at the spine of the long sword with quick eyes and hands.

Under the huge and swift force, the long sword instantly bent into an astonishing arc, and his arms spread out, like pushing aside a rag doll, and the man in black flew to the wall involuntarily.

Before hitting the wall, the man in black reacted and flipped his body flexibly in the air, stepped on the wall with his feet, bent his knees hard, and jumped up high with the sound of cracking boards.

Amid the sound of wind piercing the air, shadowy figures gathered around from far and near.

"Lanjie!!"xN

Clang, clang, clang –! !

Rows of railings were neatly cut off, and the flying vacuum slashes drew arcs and attacked him from various angles.

the next moment.

"Shark muscle palm!!"

Without any time to think, Fisher Tiger took the child into his arms, jumped up high and broke the ship plank above his head, and jumped to the upper cabin.

Randomly stacked wine bottles, dirty yellow-stained sheets, a net bed hanging from the ceiling, and sexy posters of stage actresses plastered on the walls - in a typical sailor's room, Fisher Tiger has just found his feet. , and the pursuit ensued.

boom! !

The wall shattered, sawdust flew...

……

A completely different and difficult enemy than you have encountered before.

There was not even a moment's gap. Fisher Tiger hugged the child tightly in his arms and kept dodging the fierce pursuit.

A moment when the body relaxes.

The air was broken silently.

"Finger spear·stab!!"

In a flash of lightning, a blow that gathered all the strength of his body.

--from his arms.

"...!!!"

Eyes rounded.

Fisher Tiger lowered his head.

With calm eyes without any panic, she looked at him coldly.

A small pistol was pressed against his abdomen at zero distance...

Bang Bang Bang Bang! !

……

In the middle section of the ship, in a spacious space like a living room.

Bang bang bang—boom! !

After a series of loud noises, the wall shattered and smoke filled the air...

boom! !

A blood flower bloomed on Fisher Tiger's chest when he bumped in. He staggered and barely managed to stand still. His strong eight-pack abs were already dripping with blood.

The cloak, which had been punched with several holes by lead bullets and ignited by the gunfire, fell to the ground, surrounded by the gradually igniting firelight and burnt smell.

Stepping on the wall, rolling around, CP9, dressed in a black suit, pounced on him again like a pack of hunting wolves...

The strong wind was howling wildly. In the corner of the room, a boy clinging to the wall gently pushed back his long black hair that blocked his sight.

Rarely seen on the sea, a pistol that could fire repeatedly was held tightly in his hand, with eyes as focused as looking at prey, scanning Fisher Tiger's whole body without emotion...

……

On the empty deck, thick smoke rose into the sky, and the blackened masts and sails were beeping in the raging fire.

The bursts of air bursting from the Moon Steps came from far to near, and a moment later, a slender figure descended from the sky...

"……strangeness……"

The wound under the bandage was still dripping with blood. Hancock shook his greasy left hand and slowly frowned.

"Something's not right."