"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.

looked into the distance and

high under the blue sky, and the small port

incomparably quiet as if it had been dead

if there were

implied many things if such

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

She glared at Weimer.

behind and

and

a boatswain as a woman, she needed to manage many unruly crew members; she would never go easy

surveying the area, gave an

"Let's get ashore!"

way. During the

rush out of the ship and

mid-run and glided to the ground

spread out in all directions, mixed

Gray, Ol' Keaton, and Parvi

you up and hang you at the stern to fish for sharks!" Parvi quickly walked to Weimer's side

and muttered, "Girlboss, with your personality, you should join the Church of Storms instead of believing

say anything. She looked around and followed Captain Gray and First Mate

big. There was only a lighthouse, two simple docks, five warehouses, and a few buildings that served as a hotel, restaurant, bar, and police station. It did not take long for

that there was no one around, everything

the tables in the house facing the street through a relatively clear glass window and did not speak for

expression was a little solemn given

was a cup with brownish-black liquid

them were several neatly

encountered an emergency and had to leave in

He never returned.

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 hair stand

that instant, all the local residents, no,

Gray's slightly hoarse voice broke the

if this port has been abandoned for a long time, the food

like only a few days or weeks had

gaze from the street

the

hair was already mottled with natural curls. He was wearing a white robe and

momentarily slow to

then looked at the place where Ol' Keaton had

many weeds in the harbor. There were some plain or gorgeous mushrooms growing sporadically on the wooden buildings. They seemed to have existed all

obviously not had

saw Weimer's enlightened expression and didn't explain further. He turned to Captain Gray and solemnly

something might happen if we stay here

it be that we will also disappear into thin air…" Before Weimer could finish speaking, a

and pressed him

glared at Weimer

difficulty,

Girlboss. You actually didn't slam the back of my

Parvi chuckled.

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