Maple Leaf Island, nighttime.
Beside the campfire, the dancing flames flickered, bright and dim, obscuring the expression on the white-haired Marine's face.
The stall owner stood up, trying his best to open his eyes wide as he looked at the white-haired Marine, and spoke without the slightest trace of fear: "Those deserters were killed by Blackbeard. If you want to leave, you can go search out on the sea."
Chapter 318