For a few seconds after Boran landed, the only sound on the deck was the whisper of the wind. The pirates stood frozen, their minds refusing to process what their eyes had just seen—a man leaping dozens of meters across the open sea, from one ship to another, as if he had wings.
Then, from the back of the stunned crowd, a lone voice shattered the silence.
“Ki-kill him! Fight!”
The spell was broken. With a collective roar, some seventy pirates
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