Chapter 979: Chapter 408: Reviving the Town (Part 2)

Their ship sailed through the mist, and soon they saw the clear outline of the island.

This island was much smaller than they had imagined. Alka looked at it and felt it was only about twice the size of his hometown, Golden Wheat Island, the kind you could see across at a glance from the shore.

As the Ghost Ship approached the shore.

Alka and the others saw floating ghosts, moving skeletons, and bodies resembling mummies.

These skeletons and zombies were all dressed in normal clothes, and they didn’t even carry any weapons in their hands.

"You damned guys, what are you doing coming ashore? Weren’t you supposed to drift at sea forever?"

A leading skeleton said, holding an old fishing rod in his hand.

"None of your damn business, you fishing freak. I’ll come ashore if I want to!"

Facing this skeleton, the captain caught in Alka’s hand directly cursed back.

"Oh my, you’ve run into some tough nuts, having your head squeezed by someone else, it’s hilarious, hahahaha."

Faced with the captain’s predicament, the undead on the shore laughed mercilessly.

Obviously, the relationship between the two sides, as the Pirate Captain said, wasn’t good.

"Nalisha, quick, make sure to record this scene and paint it later. I want to hang it in the square."

"Yes, remember to depict it carefully; I want to create a statue of this scene."

"Absolutely, that’s how it should be. I can hardly hold back from choreographing a dance for today’s happy occasion."

The undead on the shore, one after another, relentlessly kicked them when they were down.

"You damn things, I’ll pull your bones out and feed them to the dogs!" Alka cursed loudly, holding the skeleton’s head.

"Haha, Baggett, even if you could do that, you wouldn’t be drifting at sea."

Even though Alka and the others’ ship was at least one or two hundred meters from the shore, the undead started shouting insults from this distance.

For a moment, it made Alka and the others feel a bit embarrassed.

Soon the ship docked, three Ghost Ships directly moved aside, staying fifty meters from the shore without advancing.

Under the order of the first mate, they even began to sink into the water, leaving.

But their captain remained in Alka’s hands.

They weren’t worried at all.

The Sound of Dawn docked at the shore; surprisingly, there was a very well-equipped port, although it was a bit small.

But since it was just Alka and the others’ ship, it was more than enough.

As a few of them walked towards the Sound of Dawn.

The undead approached.

A few people carefully observed these undead, and upon closer inspection, these undead were surprisingly well-groomed.

There wasn’t the usual rotting smell typical of the undead at all.

A female ghost floated over; she was the young girl just referred to as Nalisha.

The spiritual body’s attire looked like that of an artist.

They even felt a fragrance on the ghost, as if she was wearing perfume.

If it weren’t for the appearance of these undead, Alka and the others would really think they were normal people.

"Rare guests, I hope our appearance doesn’t scare you." The skeleton leading with the fishing rod walked over and said.

This skeleton wore a clean but somewhat tattered vest, holding the fishing rod while also wearing a little flat cap on his head.

He looked very proper.

"Hello, before I came over, I asked him about it, so I have a general understanding of this place." Alka shook the head in his hand and said.

The skeleton nodded: "I am Bernard, the lighthouse keeper on the island, and that’s where I work." He said, pointing.

About 300 meters from the port, Alka saw a lighthouse embedded in the island.

However, there were obviously no lights on this lighthouse; only a small campfire seemed to be burning there.

"If you don’t mind, could you put his head down? Although he’s a scumbag, he’s still one of our own."

Alka nodded and directly tossed the skeleton head onto the ground.

After all, they couldn’t kill him.

With a few cries of pain, the skeleton head bounced on the ground a few times. Bone after bone began emerging from who knows where, assembling together. Soon, a skeleton body formed, topped with his head, and he stood up again.

After Baggett stood up, he shook his head to make sure it was securely attached before shaking his body.

Making his bones crackle and pop.

He turned to look at the ghostly girl beside him.

"Oh, Nalisha, you seem even more beautiful than last time. Such a fragrant scent, is it from using night-blooming flower perfume?"

Looking at Baggett approaching, Nalisha wore an extremely disdainful expression, took a wide berth around him, and kept her distance.

"Go away, Baggett, clean off your seaweed smell before talking."

"Such heartlessness; a lady wouldn’t say such harsh things."

"For a pirate scum like you, there’s no need for courtesy."

Baggett somehow pulled out his pirate hat and put it back on his head.

Then he casually took off his normal leg bone on his right leg and directly threw it into the sea in front of everyone.

After that, he somehow pulled out his golden peg leg and attached it to his leg bone.

Changed from walking normally to limping.

He walked in circles, completely ignoring others, until he felt satisfied and nodded.

As if this better fit his image as a Pirate Captain.

"Now, the Evil Spirit Admiral Baggett is back again."