"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.

into

wasn't bad. Visibility was extremely high under the blue sky, and the

was incomparably quiet as if it had been dead

more terrifying if there were

things if such a hidden island remained

pantaloons. She had a pair of beautiful

She glared at Weimer.

stay behind and clean the

shrugged and

a boatswain as a woman, she needed to manage many unruly

surveying the area, gave an

"Let's get ashore!"

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

was the first to rush out of the ship and

glided to the ground like

his actions spread out in all

Ol' Keaton,

on your own like an uncivilized wild dog, I'll tie you up and hang you at the

personality, you should join the Church of Storms

and followed Captain Gray

five warehouses, and a few buildings that served as a hotel, restaurant, bar, and police station. It did not take long for the four of them to circle the

that there was no one around,

through a relatively clear glass window and did

expression was a little solemn

on the dining table, there was a cup with brownish-black liquid and two pieces of moldy

to them were several neatly folded

when he suddenly encountered an emergency and had to leave in a hurry. He did not even have time to flip open the

He never returned.

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

no, all the living creatures,

Captain Gray's slightly hoarse voice broke

abandoned for

few days or weeks had passed since the bizarre

his gaze from

the plants

at the corners of the First Mate's mouth. His hair was already mottled with natural curls. He was wearing a white robe

momentarily slow

had sized

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

had enough time to invade this

didn't explain further. He turned

happen if we stay here

disappear into thin air…" Before Weimer could finish speaking, a tanned palm appeared over his

his head and

next time!" Parvi glared at

with difficulty, indicating that

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

Parvi chuckled.

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