In the Western part of the West Sea, in the deep sea domain, a huge sailboat was crawling on the sea like a giant beast. It was a hundred meters high, and the cabin of the ship was brightly lit. In the night, the panicked reflection fell on the surface of the sea, rippling with the sea water, and shimmering with a clear light.
Among the huge mast and white sails, a flag fluttered in the wind, making a whistling sound. If one looked carefully, one could see that the flying pattern on the flag was a fish bone, a red fish bone.
If a fisherman saw such a sign, he would be scared out of his wits. Red fish bones, red bone boat, Pirates of the West Sea.
It was already late at night, but there were still a lot of laughter and curses coming from the ship. The crisp sound of collision also rose one after another. There were many people carrying things and patrolling the deck, but they were not too strict, as if they were not worried that someone would really board the ship.
