Journey to the Giant Shadow Werewolves

The ship stopped before them, raising quite a bit of dust in the air.

However, with a wave of the hand, Glenn dispersed it all.

A gangway was thrown from the ship to the ground.

A typical pirate-looking man, almost as fat as Gangway, steadily strolled down the vessel.

He was rough-looking, and the clothes he wore were parched at different corners, a party of different colors.

His black hair, obviously unkempt, leaked from underneath his pirate hat up to his shoulders.

The moment his approach was steady, Lenny could smell the stench of oil and gun powder on his person.

He stopped right before Glenn with a broad smile on his face, displaying his uneven teeth.

He had not even started talking, and Glenn already regretted standing too close to him.

It was really impressive how the breath from his mouth superseded the stench from his body.