The sea was calm, the wind was still.
The city was in ruins, the air was thick with the scent of blood, and the ground was littered with shattered bodies.
A 400-meter-long pirate warship docked at the port.
The plundered goods and supplies from the city were being loaded onto it, cart by cart.
"Don't take my daughter, I'm begging you, she's just a child."
A father lay on the ground, clinging desperately to the pirate's right leg, pleading with a hoarse voice, "Spare her, take me instead, I'll do anything!"
The pirate had a knocked-out girl slung over his shoulder. He looked down at the father and let out a snicker, saying mockingly:
"A piece of trash like you, even a slave trader wouldn't want. Your daughter looks nice, after I'm done with her, I can sell her off for some cash."
Bam!
With that, he stomped on the man's neck, breaking it.
Then he walked away with the girl.
…Similar tragedies could be seen everywhere in the city, some even more horrifying than this.
