Chapter 542

The air was thick with the stench of blood as two figures moved with lethal precision. Muffled cracks echoed through the corridors as their silenced firearms spoke, and bodies dropped to the deck with an ominous finality.

Stella swiftly stowed the lifeless forms into the depths of Arcadia.

Something was off. The crew above called down into the silence, but their voices were swallowed by the void. Wariness crept into their hearts as they descended, weapons drawn, into the darkness.

Stella lay in wait beneath the stairwell, her breaths measured and silent.

Four men came down, their eyes catching sight of a bloody trail leading to an ajar door. They didn't see the shadow behind them until it was too late.

One by one, they fell to Stella's concealed gun.

With the deck cleared, Stella cautiously climbed onto the main level. Across the way, a massive cargo ship loomed, its crew waving torches and shouting, disturbed by the lack of response from their comrades.

Stella's heart ached for the luxury cruise liner she'd left at Ocean Point Naval Station, but a cargo ship was a gift she couldn't refuse. It was simply too good to pass up.

The pirates grew anxious with the continued silence and sent another party to investigate.

The cargo ship was crawling with life; over thirty souls on deck alone, many of them armed with a motley collection of firearms likely scavenged from their victims.

Stella and her companion retreated to the lower deck, lying in wait like spiders in a web.

that things could go south quickly. With the mainland beckoning and their prey dwindling, they had not had a good haul in months. Desperation was in

didn't hide. She and Jasper lay flat on the bow, covered by the

or eight men began to climb aboard, but the two were already back inside

few minutes, they slipped out again. Stella fired from the shadows while Jasper hurled

and fire. Explosions rocked the ship, flames engulfed the deck, and chaos reigned. Men caught fire, running aimlessly and screaming

by the acrid smoke from the tear gas. More and more

remaining pirates with ease, then collected their bodies

desperate survivors who had turned

the inferno, firing at the fishing vessel, but found nothing. The sea was eerily

ship!" they whispered in terror, their minds reeling as they scrambled to put out

fire fueled by gasoline is

was barely alive. The crew, leaderless and in disarray,

of their dead by tossing them into the unforgiving sea. The leader, too far gone to save, was cast into the depths as

them, were left to their own devices, each with their own agenda. Exhaustion set in,

realize that beneath the waves, a

wind picked up, rocking the ship gently. A grappling hook soared

but

they spotted two pirates asleep in a sheltered spot, supposed to be on watch but lulled into complacency by the absence of the ghost ship, or

silently and made quick work

they scoured the deck to find it deserted, save for the two sentinels. This pirate crew

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