Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 617 - 619

When they reached the village, Jude felt a chill run down his spine. The place was eerily silent, the symbols on the shrine pulsing with a faint, otherworldly light. He gathered his wives around him, explaining the steps of the ritual they needed to perform.

"We need to be precise," he said, his voice steady. "One mistake could make things worse."

They arranged themselves in a circle around the shrine, each holding a piece of the artifacts they had found. Jude began to chant the incantation he had deciphered from the symbols, his voice echoing through the empty village. The air around them seemed to thrum with energy, the symbols glowing brighter with each word.

As the ritual progressed, a thick mist began to rise from the ground, swirling around them. Jude felt a surge of power, the energy from the shrine flowing through him. He could see the visions of the witch and her son more clearly now, their story unfolding before him.

The witch had been a powerful sorceress, revered and feared by the people of the island. Her son, greedy for power, had betrayed her, stealing her magic and using it to raise an undead army. In her final moments, the witch had cursed her son and his minions, binding them to the island for eternity.

As Jude chanted the final words of the ritual, a blinding light erupted from the shrine, enveloping them. The ground trembled, and the air crackled with energy. Jude felt a surge of hope, this could be the end of the curse.

But as the light faded and the mist dissipated, they were met with an eerie silence. The symbols on the shrine had gone dark, and the village felt emptier than before. Jude looked around at his wives, their faces filled with uncertainty.

"Did it work?" Rose asked, her voice trembling.

Jude shook his head, his heart heavy with doubt. "I don't know. We'll have to wait and see."

They made their way back to the new shelter, the weight of their uncertainty pressing down on them. That night, as they huddled around the fire, the tension was palpable. They had taken a significant risk, and the outcome was still unclear.

The next few days passed in a haze of anxious anticipation. They continued their watch on the beach, but there was no sign of the ghost ship. Jude tried to focus on other tasks, but his mind was consumed with worry. Had the ritual worked? Or had they merely stirred up more trouble?

One afternoon, as Jude was tending to a fishing trap near the shore, he noticed something unusual. The water seemed to shimmer with an unnatural light, and a chill ran down his spine. He turned to call out to his wives, but before he could, he felt a searing pain in his chest. He looked down to see a spectral hand emerging from his body, gripping his heart.

He fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Sophie and Lucy, who had been nearby, rushed to his side. They saw the ghostly figure and screamed, their voices echoing across the beach. Sophie acted quickly, grabbing a handful of herbs she had gathered earlier. She crushed them and held them under Jude's nose, hoping to revive him.

The smell of the herbs filled his nostrils, and slowly, Jude began to regain consciousness. The spectral hand disappeared, and the pain subsided. He sat up, gasping for air, his heart pounding. Sophie and Lucy helped him to his feet, their faces etched with fear.

"We need to get back to the shelter," Sophie said urgently. "Now."

They made their way back, supporting Jude as he struggled to walk. When they reached the shelter, the rest of the group gathered around, their concern evident.

"What happened?" Rose asked, her eyes wide with worry.

"The ghost ship," Jude gasped. "It's coming back. We need to be ready."

The group sprang into action, preparing their defenses and gathering weapons. They had no idea what to expect, but they knew they had to be ready for anything.

As the sun set, casting long shadows across the island, Jude felt a sense of dread settle over him. The ghost ship was a formidable foe, and they were about to face it once more. But this time, they were better prepared. They had knowledge, they had strength, and they had each other.

The night was eerily quiet, the air thick with tension. Jude and his wives took their positions, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the ghost ship. They knew it was only a matter of time before it appeared.

And then, just as the moon rose high in the sky, they saw it. The ghost ship, with its tattered sails and skeletal crew, emerged from the mist. It glided silently towards the shore, a harbinger of doom.

Jude's heart pounded as he gripped his spear. This was it. The moment of truth. He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting those of his wives. They nodded, their determination evident.

Together, they would face

the ghost ship and its curse. Together, they would fight for their home and their future. And together, they would uncover the secrets of the island, no matter the cost.

The battle was about to begin, and Jude knew they had no choice but to win.

The eerie vision of the ghost ship lingered in Jude's mind long after he returned to the shelter. Its skeletal crew, with their hollow eyes and bony hands, seemed to have emerged from the depths of some ancient, forgotten nightmare. The encounter was unsettling, to say the least, and it cast a shadow over the otherwise idyllic life he and his wives had carved out on the island.

The following morning, Jude resolved to keep his encounter with the ghost ship to himself for the time being. He needed more information before alarming the others. He was deep in thought as he headed toward the beach again, hoping to inspect the fish traps he had set up. However, he wasn't the only one with the beach in mind that day.