This pirate only wants to farm.

Boom!

The sound of gunfire rang out, and smoke filled the air.

"Any man who dares to resist will be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!"

"Haha! You little brat, your musket is pretty good, it's mine now!"

Even though the merchant ship was retaliating with all its might, the vicious and reckless pirates still swung their ropes and boarded the merchant ship.

A sharp blade sliced ​​through the air like a bright full moon. The pirate, who had just jumped onto the deck with the knife in his mouth, was slashed open in the chest, and blood gushed out.

"The fifth one!"

Elizabeth Carter, slightly out of breath, flicked the blood off her longsword, Silver Moon. Ignoring the bullet wound that had grazed her shoulder, she held the sword in one hand and the exquisite case in the other, her eyes filled with determination and ruthlessness: "Who else dares to come up and die?"

Although he had already killed the fifth pirate with his family's swordsmanship, these crazy guys showed no fear whatsoever; instead, they were whistling at him.

"Hey, this girl's got some hot stuff!"

"Come quick, there's a rare find here! The brothers are in for a treat tonight!"

Elizabeth's achievements did not create a glimmer of hope for her; instead, they attracted more and more pirates to surround her.

"The first mate is coming soon! Surround her and don't let her escape!"

Seeing the growing number of pirates, Elizabeth knew she couldn't let things drag on any longer. Once surrounded by these filthy pirates, she wouldn't stand a chance.

Once she falls into the hands of these pirates, what awaits her...?

A flash of cold light from the silver moon in his hand caused the pirates to hastily retreat, fearing they would become the unlucky ones.

But to their surprise, Elizabeth's blade was aimed at them.

The sword light tore through the cumbersome long skirt, revealing her fair legs, leaving her only in underwear and a corset that squeezed her chest.

For a moment, all the filthy pirates stared wide-eyed.

What a white sword! What a huge ship!

When have they ever seen such a beautiful sight?

They would treat even a sheep on a pirate ship like a treasure and pamper it in turn, so a woman as beautiful as Elizabeth was someone they had rarely seen before.

Taking advantage of the pirates' momentary lapse in concentration, Elizabeth grabbed a nearby rope while still holding the box.

The pirates were still admiring the scenery when, suddenly, their first mate's voice rang out from afar: "Stop her! We can't let her escape!"

But by the time that shout was uttered, it was already too late.

Elizabeth decisively cut the ropes binding the mast, and the cargo hoisted on the other side pulled Elizabeth's body high into the air.

Elizabeth, who had flown to the mast, released the mooring rope without hesitation, and her white body fell into the sea.

The surging waves crashed and the white figure quickly disappeared from sight.

…………

On a calm sea, Elizabeth Carter clung to a piece of driftwood, gazing blankly around.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a thick, gray-white fog filled with an aura of death, just like her future.

"Am I about to drown on a calm sea, having just escaped the clutches of pirates?"

"If only I had known..."

"I should have known better than to be so willful..."

Elizabeth's eyes welled up with tears again, which streamed down her delicate face and into her mouth, tasting as bitter and salty as the sea.

If Elizabeth hadn't practiced swordsmanship diligently since childhood, she probably would have fallen into the hands of those filthy pirates by now.

But it's no use saying anything now; entering the Windless Sea is tantamount to handing everything over to fate.

The wound on her shoulder throbbed with pain, and the icy seawater was taking away her body heat. Elizabeth knew she probably wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm sorry, Father..."

But at that moment, Elizabeth suddenly noticed a huge shadow slowly approaching from directly in front of her.

Judging from the outline, it looks like a ship?

Elizabeth was overjoyed and was about to raise her hand to call for help, but then she covered her mouth again.

wrong!

This is a calm sea; there is no wind here, and even merchant ships with only gold in their eyes will simply go around it.

On the contrary, pirates preferred to stay on windless seas because large warships with sails dared not come to this windless sea.

I'd rather drown at sea than fall into the hands of those vile pirates.

In her current condition, she is no longer able to wield a sword.

From initial surprise to now being filled with fear and unease, Elizabeth covered her mouth tightly with her hand, which was supporting her on the wooden board, not daring to make a sound.

If the pirates saw her like this, it would probably drive them even crazier.

However, when the ship pierced through the fog, the massive ram came into view. Below the ram, the shattered figurehead and the pitch-black hull caused Elizabeth's already pale face to lose all color.

The ship's hull was covered with eerie green seaweed, the figurehead was broken, and the black sail consisted of only a few tattered strips of cloth, with what appeared to be skeletons hanging from it.

It drifted on the sea, and the hull seemed to emit mournful sounds of wood rubbing against each other and fibers breaking due to the movement of the water.

The sound seemed to seep into one's very bones on the silent sea.

The black hull exuded an ominous aura, like a silent monster from the underworld.

All of this confirmed Elizabeth's belief in the ship's identity.

The Hades!

That legendary ghost ship!

The ghost ship that carries all the evil and spirits of the sea!

What could be more terrifying than a rich girl encountering pirates at sea?

Yes, that is, encountering a ghost ship.

As the Hades slowly glided past her, skimming over the driftwood, Elizabeth quickly snapped out of her shock, a flicker of struggle crossing her eyes.

Should we go up?

Go up there, and there might be ghosts or dead skeletons waiting for her.

But if she doesn't go up, she will eventually sink to the bottom of the sea due to the loss of strength and body temperature.

I'd be on this ship sooner or later anyway...

Thinking of this, Elizabeth gritted her teeth, struggled to straighten up, and grabbed the ladder that was hanging on the side of the ship and was about to fall apart.

Holding her longsword and wooden box in her other hand, she carefully climbed up little by little.

Snapped!

Snapped!

As she got closer to the deck, Elizabeth heard strange noises.

It sounded like something was pounding the soil.

Elizabeth cautiously peeked out, scanning the deck with utmost care, but instead of seeing any terrifying undead or skeletons, she only saw... through the hazy gray mist.

farmland?

Farmland appeared on the deck?

Although legends do mention an inexhaustible supply of soil from the returning souls on the deck of the Netherworld, the problem is that this soil was used to nurture the spirits of the dead, which is also the origin of the Netherworld.

Elizabeth believed she could still distinguish between farmland and the underworld.

The ship is only 15 meters wide, but it has been divided into several square farmlands, each 5 meters wide, in the middle. The neat rows of green plants sprouting from the farmlands are not an illusion.

This……

What exactly is going on?

Elizabeth, who had prepared herself for a deadly battle with the undead, suddenly realized that she seemed to have prepared herself for the opposite.

Elizabeth gritted her teeth, still not daring to let her guard down. She drew her longsword, climbed onto the deck, and slowly approached the direction from which the sound came.

As Elizabeth stepped onto the deck, her gaze pierced through the thick fog, and she noticed a young man wielding a hoe to till the land in the middle of the farmland.

As he waved, he hummed an unknown tune.

Beside it, a little monkey held a watering can inlaid with gold and silver trim high, seemingly waiting for its owner's command.

After turning over the last piece of land, he let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "Finally done. Okay, Wangcai, it's foggy today, so we don't need to water the crops."

"Go and get some of the tangerines we harvested yesterday to treat our guests."

The little monkey turned around and glanced at Elizabeth, put down the watering can, nodded, and ran towards the cabin on all fours.

The blond-haired, green-eyed youth smiled, grabbed the captain's coat hanging on the railing and draped it over his shoulders, then picked up a hoe and slung it over his shoulder. His smile seemed capable of dispelling the thick fog.

"Hello, beautiful lady who fell into the water."

"I am the captain of this ship, Lynch."

"But I prefer being a farmer to a captain."

"It's been a while since we've had any guests. Would you like a cup of hot tea? I made it myself; it's a perfect match with citrus."