At dawn, a gentle breeze blew across the tranquil Witch Sea.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Time passed second by second... Little Crow crossed her arms, leaning against the wall of the captain's cabin, watching the pocket watch in her hands.
It had been merely three hours of sailing, and the sounds of gunpowder and war had disappeared, replaced by the calm sea breeze and the cries of Bai Ou in the sky.
This was the legendary Ghost Ship, which could perform space travel, imprisoning slaves for the Witch and Hunter... Little Crow looked nervously around, not daring to move a step.
After boarding the ship, she could smell a faint scent of medicine, and at the same time, she could hear strange collision noises coming from the cabin.
Little Crow looked around, trying to find traces of more crew members.
In the rumors, after every major event, even though the Black Hunter didn't do any 'cleaning up of the spoils', the spoils would mysteriously vanish.