Swish swish—
The azure waves continuously slapped against the hull, then futilely shattered into pristine white foam.
The long-missed refreshing sea breeze blew from the front of the ship, scattering the dense fog enveloping it.
A strong wind lifted Anvis's Traveler's Cloak, making its brown hem flutter wildly in mid-air.
After a journey of about half a month, this bizarre black trimaran finally reached its destination.
Although he was accompanied by Claire, this journey seemed to be calm and tranquil.
The only change was the captain of this Black Ship.
Previously, the face of the old sailor, covered in greasy wrinkles, always bore a strange sly smile.
But as the journey continued, his smile gradually disappeared.
In fact, Anvis didn't even know how far they had traveled.
After entering deep into the Mist Sea, a strange foggy weather enveloped the ship.
