"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.
