"There! It's right there!" A young man with long brown hair and a pirate-like bandana shouted as he pointed at a nearby island.

He was standing on the starboard of a three-masted sailboat. The rolling waves drowned out most of his voice.

A muscular man with a black eye patch reached out to hold the shipboard. He frowned and muttered to himself in shock and suspicion,

"I don't remember there being such an island on this sea route…"

This was not the first time their ship had plied this sea route.

The young man who had shouted replied excitedly, "This means that it's usually hidden. It only appears at specific moments.

"There must be treasures on such an island!

"Captain, in the words of that strange monk, a fortuitous opportunity has presented itself!"

He spoke in the Loen language. "Fortuitous opportunity" was a term pieced together by two words.

"That monk spouts words indecipherable to us. Pay no heed to them." The muscular man wearing an eye patch raised his hand and ruffled his slightly messy short yellow hair. "And I often tell you guys that treasures are often accompanied by danger."

As he spoke, he pointed at his right eye which was covered by the eye patch.

"That's the cost."

The young man with the pirate-like bandana sincerely said, "But, Captain, isn't this the purpose of our adventure? For treasure!"

They were a group of treasure hunters from different places. Of course, they occasionally worked as pirates and 'borrowed' food, drinks, and necessities from passing merchant ships. After all, ideals alone couldn't feed them.

The captain fell silent for a moment before saying, "Gather four to five people, and we'll step foot on the island to take a look. The rest of you, prepare to set sail at any time."

The young man's eyes lit up.

"You agreed? Captain, you agreed!"

The captain chuckled.

"Weimer, if not for the fact that there's no other choice, no one at my age would continue to be a treasure hunter."

He appeared to be in his thirties, but his blue eyes showed signs of age.

"Fine." Weimer held up his hands. "Whatever you say."

He immediately became excited.

"I'll get Ol' Keaton!"

Ol' Keaton was the ship's first mate. He believed in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and had mastered many languages. If they didn't bring him along on such an expedition, it was very likely that they would throw away whatever treasures they found as trash.

More importantly, Ol' Keaton was also very strong.

When the ship docked at the dock that seemed to have long been abandoned, an exploration team of four had already gathered beside the gangway.

They were Captain Gray, First Mate Ol' Keaton, Boatswain Parvi, and Veteran Seaman Weimer.

Parvi looked into the distance and muttered

the Berserk Sea today wasn't bad. Visibility was extremely high under the blue

as if it

if there

if such a

wearing a white shirt and brown pantaloons. She had a pair

She glared at Weimer.

want to stay behind and clean

shrugged and shut his

boatswain as a woman, she needed to manage many unruly crew members; she would

was surveying

"Let's get ashore!"

"We'll do it the old way. During the first exploration, don't touch anything.

Weimer was the first to rush out of the ship

jumped up excitedly mid-run and glided

his actions spread out in all

Ol' Keaton, and Parvi

like an uncivilized wild dog, I'll tie you up and hang you

join the Church of

didn't say anything. She looked around and followed Captain Gray

served as a hotel, restaurant, bar, and police station. It did not take long for the four of

there was

through a

expression was a little

table, there was a cup with brownish-black liquid and two

were several neatly

encountered an emergency and

He never returned.

would be considered normal if there was only one such example. After all, accidents were unavoidable. However, the entire port was in a similar situation. It was inevitable that it would make one's

all the local residents, no,

Gray's slightly hoarse

"Indeed, if this port has been abandoned for a long time,

like only a few days or weeks had passed

his gaze from the street and

the plants here

the corners of the First Mate's mouth. His hair was already mottled with natural

momentarily

where Ol' Keaton had sized up and quickly understood why he said

harbor. There were some plain or gorgeous mushrooms growing sporadically on the wooden

natural world had obviously not had enough time to

Weimer's enlightened expression and didn't explain further. He turned to

happen if we stay here

thin

head and pressed him

next time!" Parvi glared at Weimer and warned under

with difficulty,

he muttered softly, "This isn't like you, Girlboss. You actually didn't slam the back of my

Parvi chuckled.

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