Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 614 - 616

Holding Sophie close, he stared into the flames, his mind racing with thoughts of the dream and the old village he had discovered. There were too many coincidences, too many unanswered questions. But he knew one thing for certain: he and his wives would face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

They had fought hard to survive on this island, and they would continue to do so. The bond they shared, forged through countless trials and tribulations, would see them through the darkest of times. And as the night drew on, Jude found solace in that thought, even as the unknown threat loomed ever closer.

The night after the battle with the skeletal invaders, a sense of unease lingered in the air. Jude and his wives had survived the ordeal, but the presence of the ghost ship and its eerie crew haunted their thoughts. As the group huddled around the campfire, exhaustion etched on their faces, Jude felt the weight of leadership press down on him more heavily than ever.

"That ship," Sophie murmured, breaking the silence. "Where did it come from, and why did it attack us?"

Jude shook his head. "I don't know. But we need to be prepared. This island has always been mysterious, but this...this is something new."

Lucy nodded, her brow furrowed. "We've dealt with wild animals, harsh weather, and even the occasional monster. But never something like this. Skeletons? A ghost ship? It's like something out of a nightmare."

Nefertari, ever the pragmatist, spoke up. "We need to fortify our defenses. Build stronger barriers, set up traps. We can't let them catch us off guard again."

The others agreed, their determination evident despite their fatigue. The next day, they set to work, each contributing their skills and strength to make their home safer. Jude led the efforts, organizing the construction of new barricades and traps around their shelter. They worked tirelessly, the urgency of the task driving them to push past their physical limits.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the island, Jude found himself alone on the beach, staring out at the ghost ship anchored in the distance. He couldn't shake the feeling that the ship was watching him, waiting for the right moment to strike again. The dream of the witch and her son played over and over in his mind, the details now vivid and haunting.

That night, sleep came fitfully. Jude tossed and turned, plagued by visions of the witch, her son, and the skeletal crew. In the dream, he stood on the deck of the ghost ship, surrounded by the phantoms. The witch's voice echoed in his ears, speaking in a language he couldn't understand but felt in his bones.

He awoke with a start, his heart pounding. The fire had burned low, casting eerie shadows on the walls of their shelter. Sophie stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open. "Jude, are you okay?"

He nodded, forcing a reassuring smile. "Just a bad dream."

Sophie reached out, her hand warm and comforting on his arm. "We're here, Jude. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Her words, though simple, gave him strength. Jude kissed her forehead and lay back down, willing himself to relax. Tomorrow, they would continue to fortify their defenses and try to unravel the mystery of the ghost ship. For now, he needed to rest.

Morning brought a flurry of activity. Jude divided the group into teams, each with specific tasks. Some gathered materials for building, while others scouted the island for signs of the skeletons. Jude himself focused on creating more sophisticated traps, drawing on his medical knowledge to devise mechanisms that could incapacitate the undead attackers.

As the day wore on, the sun beating down relentlessly, Jude found a moment to sit and catch his breath. He watched his wives working together, their resilience and resourcefulness inspiring. Despite the fear and uncertainty, they remained united, a formidable team bound by love and necessity.

It was in this moment of reflection that he saw it again, a flash of movement on the horizon. His heart sank as he realized it was the ghost ship, creeping closer to the shore. He sprang to his feet, shouting a warning.

"Everyone, to your positions! They're coming back!"

The camp erupted into action. They had prepared for this, but now that the moment was upon them, fear was palpable. Jude grabbed his makeshift spear and took his place at the forefront, ready to defend their home.

The skeletal crew disembarked from the ship with an eerie, mechanical precision. They moved in silence, their empty eye sockets fixed on Jude and his wives. This time, the skeletons were armed, brandishing rusted swords and daggers that gleamed ominously in the fading light.

Jude's heart raced as the first skeleton charged at him. He sidestepped and swung his spear, shattering its ribcage. Around him, his wives fought with fierce determination, their training and preparation evident in their coordinated attacks.

Despite their efforts, the skeletons seemed endless. For every one they destroyed, another took its place. Jude's muscles burned with fatigue, but he pressed on, refusing to give in. They had to protect their home, their family.

As the battle raged, Jude noticed something unusual. The ghostly light in the skeletons' eyes pulsed in a strange rhythm, almost as if it was communicating with something. He realized that this light was the key to their animation. Destroying the light would be their only chance to end the fight.

"Focus on their eyes!" he shouted, his voice hoarse. "Destroy the light!"

His wives responded quickly, targeting the glowing orbs in the skeletons' skulls. One by one, the skeletons fell, their bones collapsing into lifeless heaps. The tide of the battle began to turn, but Jude knew they couldn't let their guard down.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last skeleton crumbled. The beach was littered with bones, but they had survived. The ghost ship still loomed ominously off the coast, but for now, the immediate threat had been dealt with.