Until Watson died, he probably had not realized that Donoghue was a cruel and arrogant man. How could he possibly be willing to take Watson with him?

"What's going on?"

Ambrose and Eira, who were alarmed by the noise, quickly rushed out of the cabin.

Ambrose frowned, and his face darkened when he noticed the chaos.

"Chief, Watson made a secret deal with Donoghue to steal the treasure," the pirate next to Ambrose said hurriedly.

'What?'

Ambrose was shocked to hear that, and he blew his top. He quickly looked at the sea in front of him and was stunned.

Watson had been shot to death on a boat by random arrows, and somewhere even further was a giant shark with a figure headed into the far distance.

Donoghue!

Donoghue laid on the back of the giant shark with a huge stone chest in his hands.

"How did that happen?"

Eira was so angry that she stomped her feet. "That Watson is too awful. We spared his life on Coral Island, yet he was not grateful. He went forth with his