A huge and terrifying three-masted sailboat carries a dark and eerie island, moving in the deep fog. The dry trees are like ghost hands rattling in the wind, and the translucent white ghosts Keep walking through the dead trees.
A group of pirates in the dead forest were running away desperately.
"I'm sorry for being born into this world."
"If there is an afterlife, I hope I can be a sea snail."
The pirates who were chased by the ghost knelt down passively on the ground. The other pirates saw that not only did they not have any thoughts of worry, but they only complained that their parents had lost two legs.
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