"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 muttered

Visibility was extremely high under the blue sky, and the small port hid no secrets

place was incomparably quiet as if it had been

more terrifying if there were people!"

many things if such a hidden

had a pair of beautiful light-blue eyes

She glared at Weimer.

stay behind and

and shut

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

was surveying the area, gave

"Let's get ashore!"

way. During the first exploration, don't touch anything. Just

rush out of

excitedly mid-run and glided to

actions spread out in all directions, mixed with some

Ol' Keaton, and

dog, I'll tie you up and hang you at the stern to fish for sharks!"

should join the Church

say anything. She looked around and followed Captain Gray

as a hotel, restaurant, bar, and police station.

that there was

the street through a relatively clear

expression was a little solemn given his

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

them were several neatly folded

about to enjoy breakfast when he suddenly encountered an emergency and had to leave in

He never returned.

entire port was in a similar situation. It was inevitable that it would make

residents, no, all the living creatures,

haven't been gone for long…" Captain Gray's slightly hoarse voice broke

replied, "Indeed, if this port has been abandoned for a

a few days or weeks had passed

his gaze from the

what the plants

hair was

Weimer was momentarily slow

where Ol' Keaton had sized up and quickly understood why

mushrooms growing sporadically on the

world had obviously not had enough time to

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

if we stay here for

into thin air…" Before Weimer could finish speaking, a tanned palm

his head and pressed him against the

Parvi glared at Weimer and

difficulty, indicating

muttered softly, "This isn't like you, Girlboss. You actually didn't slam

Parvi chuckled.

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