On the Black Ship, Anvis stood on the surface of the deck, watching the golden coastline of the Yar Continent quickly receding into the distance, his gaze uncertain.
The huge sails billowed, and the twin rows of black, strange oars moved lightly and powerfully, propelling the ship deeper into the Mist Sea.
The temporary residence for these outsiders was on the topmost level of the cabin.
Of course, it came at a cost—each person had to pay a hundred Gold Coins, no boarding without payment.
Anvis didn't particularly like the strange smell in the cabin, which seemed to be a mixture of rotted fish, stinky socks, and decomposed garlic that had been left for several months.
His family's Guard, Jom, stood diagonally behind him, seemingly looking at the deck scenery as well.
Previously, Anvis had asked Jom to use his spiritual power to thoroughly inspect the ship.
