Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"Do you think everyone else is like you, selling their private parts to get this shabby outfit? These three male companions of yours, didn't they used to be your regular customers?"

Vanessa and her male companion were immediately enraged. The three gentlemen stepped forward and said sternly:

"You ill-mannered scoundrel, I order you to apologize to this lady!"

Danitz raised a brow with a mocking expression and continued to use his taunting ability:

"Bullshit! Someone like you doesn't deserve my apology. Who do you think you are?"

Although his provocation skills were as poor as ever, the Hunter's Potion ability still gave his words a strong provocative tone, and the gentlemen and ladies began to get irritated and angry.

Finally, one of the men couldn't resist swinging his fist at Danitz.

They've taken the bait!

Danitz was overjoyed, dodged the other's punch to the side, and returned the punch with a fierce blow!

Bang! The man was sent flying by a punch, his body crashing heavily against the cabin wall.

Before the others could beg for mercy, Danitz's fists swung wildly, knocking down all three of Vanessa's male companions. He then looked at the terrified Vanessa:

"I'll show you right now what happens when you like to gossip."

"You, you dare..."

Before Vanessa could utter her threat, Danitz had already thrown a powerful uppercut, hitting her directly in the chin, lifting her entire body into the air, and then kicked her hard in the stomach.

Vanessa coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward, smashing the tables and chairs in the suite to pieces.

Danitz chuckled softly:

"It's only because we're on the ship that I'd cut your disgusting tongue off."

At this moment, two crew members heard the commotion and rushed over, while Danitz innocently spread his hands:

"Gentlemen, I was forced to defend myself, and these ladies and gentlemen who are watching can testify for me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp alarm whistle suddenly rang out.

"Pirates are attacking! Pirates are attacking!"

The voices from the control panel echoed throughout the ship through the ventilation ducts, casting a shadow of fear over everyone's hearts.

Danitz was taken aback: What? My identity has been discovered!

Then he realized that it wasn't that his identity had been exposed, but that another pirate ship had approached the Gunfish.

"All crew and passengers, please..."

Suddenly, the sound from the ventilation ducts stopped abruptly, without any instructions being given.

Danitz was puzzled. In this situation, how could the captain not give orders? Ordering the passengers to stay quietly in their cabins, the crew to assemble on deck and take their positions, the gunners to prepare, the engine room crew to accelerate, the helmsman to turn… Bullshit! What is this Troil doing? A useless womanizer!

Danitz grew increasingly angry and stormed into the corridor, heading upstairs. He had two things to do:

First, he wanted to see if he, as Vice Admiral Iceberg and Fourth Boatswain, could deter the invading pirates. Second, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to find Troy and give him a good beating to avenge him for stealing Miss Monroe—no, to avenge his poor command.

A short while later, Danitz arrived on the deck. As he expected, the crew, without the captain's command, were in chaos, while Trol was still nowhere to be seen.

Just then, Danitz suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat and his legs felt a little sore.

Did I catch a cold last night?

He turned his head, somewhat puzzled, to look at the approaching pirate ship and saw the skull and crossbones flag fluttering in the wind.

"Shit! It's a disease general!"

Danitz cursed and stomped his foot hard. At this moment, the Marlin was almost stopped on the surface of the sea, and the Black Death, which was less than a few hundred meters away, could rush over in just two minutes.

He rushed to the ship's side, hoping to escape in a lifeboat, but was shocked to find that the small wooden boat had disappeared at some point, and both sides of the ship's side were now empty.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?! What is that bastard Trol doing?!"

Danitz cursed anxiously and ran back to the cabin. Now, he had only one last option: to summon a messenger and ask his captain for help.

However, before he could run a few steps, a jet of water like a high-pressure water cannon rushed towards him. Danitz was startled and tried to dodge, but he was still grazed by the water jet and fell awkwardly onto the deck.

"Bullshit! Which bastard is it?!"

He looked in the direction the attack was coming from, and was instantly dumbfounded:

Trol stood on the deck, battered by the torrential rain, staring at him with a mocking expression.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Vice Admiral Iceberg's subordinate, Fourth Boatswain of the Golden Dream, Flame Danitz."

His tone was full of sarcasm, clearly indicating that he had already discovered Danitz's identity.

"Bullshit!" Danitz cursed. "At a time like this, instead of thinking about how to deal with Tracy, you're still thinking about dealing with me? Are you out of your mind?!"

At that moment, the massive hull of the Black Death surged forward, crashing into the side of the Marlin with terrifying force!

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the wooden hull tore apart like brittle paper, sending debris flying. Countless grappling hooks and boarding ladders rained down, gripping the Marlin's deck and railings. Excited pirates surged forward like a plague, roaring as they pounced on the disoriented crew.

Danitz shouted anxiously to Trol:

"Join me quickly! We still have a chance!"

"Really?"

Trol gave a disdainful smile and calmly took a mirror out of his pocket.

*Crack!* The mirror shattered into dust, gleaming with a cold light. In the midst of her illness, Tracy's alluring figure gradually emerged from the fragments, standing beside Troy.

A playful smile graced her bright, beautiful face. Her azure eyes scrutinized the dumbfounded Danitz as she spoke in a seductive voice:

"What did Edwina send you here for?"

Danitz was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, his face turned completely cold.

"The captain asked me to pass on a message to you."

He lowered his head, and flames gradually rose up beside him, burning fiercely in the torrential rain.

"Oh?" Tracy raised her pretty eyebrows. "What is it?"

Danitz smiled dismissively:

You're a piece of shit!

He suddenly crouched down, placed his hands on the deck, and activated his fire-injection ability.

Intense flames surged into the deck, lasting for less than a second, when Danitz felt a tightness around his neck. Instantly, invisible threads wrapped around his body, pulling him into the air with tremendous force before slamming him onto the deck.

His body was tightly wrapped in spider silk and was emitting flames, looking just like an Intis-style roast chicken being roasted over charcoal.

However, he keenly noticed that the spider silk seemed to be very afraid of fire, becoming soft and less resilient under the heat of the flames.

Before he could even feel happy, a high heel stomped hard on his head!

The sharp heel of the shoe ground against his cheek, causing blood to gush out and excruciating pain.

Snapped!

Tracy tightened her grip on the black leather whip, a cruel smile spreading across her face:

"You'd better tell me everything you know right away, I don't have much patience for men."

……

……

Like a leaf, the Good Fortune drifted on the undulating sea.

Despite the ongoing storm, the crew raised their beers and sang hymns to celebrate their survival.

Livre, who dislikes drinking, sat on the high lookout tower, temporarily taking over the lookout's duties. She observed the surrounding sea through her telescope, partly to relieve boredom, and partly so that if she happened to spot the Black Ship, she could figure out where the disease-stricken ship had gone.

Of course, it's best to avoid seeing the Black Death account.

Liviel gave a self-deprecating smile. The next second, a wave receded, and a jet-black sailboat appeared in sight.

Uh, I actually saw the Black Death...

Livre sighed helplessly, but then she noticed that there was another ship in front of the Black Death!

That ship is...

Livre strained to focus her gaze and made out its general outline:

The Marlin!

Because of the obscuring waves, the Lucky Star was not far from the two ships when it came into view.

Livre immediately sounded the alarm, and the crew members, who had just been celebrating their survival, were plunged back into hell, all gripped by panic.

Captain Sanchez put down his binoculars and immediately issued orders:

"Slow down! Slow down! Reduce speed to the minimum!"

In a storm, even a slight turn of the rudder could capsize this small cargo ship, and if it were to slow down completely and lose power, it would be doomed in the Mayana Trench where it could not anchor. Under such circumstances, the only option was to slow down as much as possible and pray that the waves would carry the Good Fortune away from the Black Death.

Unfortunately, the waves seemed determined to bring misfortune to the 'Lucky Ship,' and the tiny vessel was swept closer and closer to the 'Black Death' and the 'Marlin' by the waves.

Finally, Sanchez couldn't hold back any longer, and he cried out in anguish:

"Change course! Change course! May the storm protect us and let us survive the waves!"

The steam turbines ran at full power, and the billowing black smoke from the chimneys was instantly swallowed up by the torrential rain.

The Good Fortune struggled against the current, twisting its hull. The wooden keel seemed unable to withstand the enormous torque, creaking and groaning mournfully.

"Captain, being captured by pirates might save your life, but in this weather, if you're swept into the sea, there's absolutely no chance of survival!"

The first mate tried to reason with him, but was met with a barrage of insults from Sanchez:

"Diseases will basically leave men no chance of survival! Rather than..."

"Stop turning the rudder, do not resist the current!"

Livre had somehow come down from the watchtower and stood beside Sanchez, using her instigation abilities on him.

She had just performed a divination; continuing to change course would surely lead to her sinking into the sea, while heading against the current would allow her to survive.

The first mate was taken aback, about to angrily berate the woman for getting in his way, but Sanchez, as if receiving a royal decree, obediently gave the order through the intercom:

"Stop turning the rudder! Stop turning the rudder!"

And so, like a dead log, the Lucky Star continued its journey with the current, approaching the Black Death and the Marlin, before finally crashing into the Marlin. In the storm, the three ships piled up together.

At this moment, all the crew and passengers on the deck of the Marlin were pulled out of the cabins, their hands tied behind their backs, and huddled together like lambs to the slaughter.

Trol's trusted crew members, along with the pirates, plundered the belongings of each passenger, selecting the strong and muscular men and the young and beautiful women.

Among those looting the property were two of steel tycoon Hussein's servants.

At that moment, a tall waiter approached Vanessa, who was kneeling on the ground with her hands tied behind her back.

Vanessa, as if seeing a glimmer of hope, immediately pleaded:

"You must be one of Mr. Hussein's men, please, please save me! I'm a clerk at Mr. Hussein's Ruhr Steel Company..."

*Slap!* Before she could finish speaking, the waiter slapped her hard across the face, then looked at the other waiter:

"This woman knows the boss too well; she's likely to cause problems..."

The two exchanged a glance and then picked Vanessa up like a chick.

No matter how desperately she screamed, the two waiters still took her to the edge of the deck and kicked her overboard.

Then, two waiters approached Tracy, their expressions respectful:

"Thanks to your help this time, the full reward will be deposited into your secret account. Later, we'll need your help to transport these people to the deserted island near Bayam. Our boss will be waiting there and will take them to where they need to be."

Tracy nodded slightly, not seeming to care much, as if she was already used to it.

She looked at the Black Death's third officer, 'The Clever Talker' Misor King, and gave the order:

"Take a few men and tie up the people on that small boat too. Remember, don't hurt the woman."

She was referring to the HMS Lucky, which had just collided with the side of the Marlin.

Misor King looked at Tracy's open white shirt and nodded deeply, expressing both his respect for Tracy and taking in the scenery within it.

He was originally the captain of a pirate ship under "Hurricane Admiral" Zillingus, but after being subdued by "Sick Girl" Tracy, he became obsessed with her charm.

He held Tracy in high esteem, and would have readily complied even if she had asked him to kneel and kiss his toes. However, being a greedy pirate, he would never have missed the chance to taste his captain's delicious food.