42nd Floor (2)

“How am I supposed to deal with that....”

I pointed a finger at the harpy circling overhead.

I closed one eye and gauged the distance, but it was hard to aim since it kept moving.

Besides, Teach was hanging from its leg.

If I messed up, Teach might get smashed into pulp.

“The sand's too heavy, and I don't think it can reach that far....”

I turned to the other pirates.

The sailors who had finished off all the harpies that fell to the ground were also staring blankly up at the sky like I was.

“Would a gun even reach that far?”

“Probably not. Maybe a cannon could.”...