The situation on the deck gradually tilted in favor of the students as pirates were surrounded and killed one by one, their bodies thrown overboard, staining the sea red. Even the fierce, pain-immune Red-eyed Pirates had most of them killed, with only a few still holding on.
On the pirate ship's deck, the Pirate Captain grimaced as he watched, muttering to himself after a long pause, "I actually misjudged the situation."
"Captain..." One-eyed wisely suggested in a low voice next to the Pirate Captain, "Why don't we... retreat..."
"Retreat," the Pirate Captain said, having no choice but to retreat. He bowed his head, pulled out a whistle from his bosom, and just as he was about to blow it, suddenly a column of water several meters high burst open, and a man dressed in a Black Robe standing on the column appeared in front of the Pirate Captain and One-eyed.