"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

extremely high under the blue sky, and the

was incomparably quiet as if it had

more terrifying if there

many things if such a hidden

and brown pantaloons. She had a pair of beautiful light-blue eyes and a slightly androgynous

She glared at Weimer.

stay behind and clean

and shut

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

who was surveying the area,

"Let's get ashore!"

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

was the first to rush out of

glided to the ground like a big

spread out

Keaton, and

uncivilized wild dog, I'll tie you up and hang you at the

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

anything. She looked around and followed Captain

a few buildings that served as a hotel, restaurant, bar, and police

that there was no one around, everything seemed

street through a relatively clear glass window and

little solemn

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

to them were

owner was about to enjoy breakfast 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.

were unavoidable. However, the entire port was in a similar situation. It was inevitable that it would make one's hair stand on

the local residents, no, all the living creatures, seemed to have

for long…" Captain Gray's slightly hoarse voice

port has been abandoned for

weeks had passed

gaze from the street

what the plants

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

was momentarily slow to

had sized up and quickly understood why he said

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

world had obviously not had enough time to invade this

didn't explain further. He turned

might happen if we stay

happen? Could it be that we will also disappear into thin air…" Before Weimer could finish speaking, a tanned palm appeared over his

pushed his head and pressed him against

glared at Weimer and warned under her

with difficulty, indicating that he

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

Parvi chuckled.

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