Arceus's Pirate Journey

When there was no particular risk involved, Jack often brought Alcremie along. However, once the battle started, it would retreat into the cabin. This time, it had come out with a suggestion.

Everyone on the ship sensed there was a flaw in the plan, but they all thought Jack had another arrangement. Even if some doubted, they dared not voice it, which is why Sheepshead’s question only came at the last moment.

But Alcremie was different. It had already guessed that Jack had no follow-up plan. It was brainstorming when the sounds of cannonfire reached its ears in the storm, giving it a new idea.

The heavy winds and sand affected its speech, but with its rich body language and creamy drawings, Jack understood its meaning.

”Yes, that’s indeed the case; using the sandstorm to drain the enemy’s ammunition could reduce casualties.”

With Alcremie’s assistance, his mistake got covered up, and his subordinates felt a surge of excitement. They felt the care from their ”big brother,” and some even felt touched.

This wasn’t uncommon. Even Oden could move people emotionally, as could a leader like Jack who ”cared for his subordinates.” Of course, the first task was to stop the sandstorm.

Thus, Tyranitar temporarily changed its actions, retracting its Sand Stream ability, which brought relief to Emboar at the stern of the ship.

It and Tyranitar were stationed on opposite sides of the ship. Their combined weight was too great; without this separation, the ship could easily lose balance. It didn’t like sandy weather. Even if it wasn’t an immediately harmful sandstorm, it disliked such sand-blasted conditions.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t reside in the beautifully scenic region of Kuri. The bountiful forests were its preferred environment. Trainers from another world might tear up seeing a fire-type Pokemon on a sandstorm team.

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The shelling under Oron Bus’s command continued. Unclear on the specific target’s location, they could only gamble, estimating the enemy’s position based on their speed.

Unable to observe the effects of their shots, an interruption in their plan caused the Hundred Beasts’ ship to come to a halt, listening to volleys into the void. As Tyranitar retracted its power, the raging sandstorm ceased its howling, gradually vanishing over the sea.

When visibility cleared again, the enemy’s numbers became plainly visible, which did not bring any ease. Even Oron Bus had a few beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

On the enemy’s ship, the Hundred Beasts’ pirate flag flew in the wind, and seeing Tyranitar at the bow gathering its Hyper Beam sent chills down their spines.