"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

was extremely high under the blue sky, and the small port

if it had been dead for

more terrifying if there were

many things if such a hidden island

pantaloons. She had a pair of beautiful light-blue

She glared at Weimer.

behind and clean the

shrugged and shut

manage many unruly crew members; she would never go easy on

was surveying the

"Let's get ashore!"

"We'll do it the old way. During the first

was the first to rush out of the

and glided to

actions spread out

Ol' Keaton,

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

looked around and followed Captain Gray

that served as a hotel, restaurant, bar,

there was no one around,

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

a little solemn given his

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

were several neatly folded

and had to leave in a hurry. He did not even have time

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 hair stand

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

long…" Captain Gray's slightly hoarse voice broke the

this port has been abandoned for a long time, the food will not just

only a few days or weeks had passed since the bizarre incident

gaze from the street and

the

Mate's mouth. His hair was already mottled with natural curls. He

Weimer was momentarily slow

then looked at the place where Ol' Keaton had sized up and quickly understood why he said

mushrooms growing sporadically on

natural world had obviously not had

enlightened expression and didn't explain further. He

worried that something might happen if we stay

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

palm pushed his head and pressed

time!" Parvi glared at Weimer and

nodded with difficulty, indicating

"This isn't like you, Girlboss. You actually

Parvi chuckled.

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