No, it should be said that they were all around.
Right on the edge of the beach extending into the water, one after another appeared.
That seems like...
"Flags?"
"A tower..."
It was actually a mast.
Everyone's faces were dumbfounded, including Natasha and the Hellhound, whose expressions turned extremely solemn.
Solemn to the point that they couldn't speak, only watch as those dilapidated ships emerged from the water.
The scene was somewhat reminiscent of the Black Pearl in Caribbean Pirates.
Of course, there were hundreds, even thousands, of Black Pearls.
Front and back, densely packed before them, around them, rising from the water, basking in the sunlight, various marine creatures clung to their masts, like octopuses or starfish, and red coral.
They were filthy, ancient, yet teeming with life.
So vibrant that skeletal hands, Corpse People stood on the decks giving them a salute.
