The Mystery of the Sea (2)

After some time...

"...Is it over?"

Once the bodies of injured and unconscious Spanish soldiers were scattered all over the deck, I had time to look around.

Looking at myself, my clothes were torn in several places but I had no wounds. Just as it seemed we had dealt with all the enemies on the ship...

"...What is that?"

"Sir Drake? When did you arrive?"

"Uh, no, I came... to help... but..."

Drake boarded our ship with a half-dazed expression.

"..."

"..."

"Can I touch that?"

"No, you cannot."

"..."

"..."

Tsk. No way. This would hurt a reckless Englishman if he touched it.

As I moved slightly away from Sir Drake to turn off the engine, and Raleigh called Drake, causing him to turn his head...

"Yo-you goddamn devil...!"

Ah. One Spanish man remained...!

Thwack.