Meizhou Island
Amid the white sands and the greenish-blue waters, lush bushes dotted the landscape. The cliff on the western side of the island rose steeply. Overlooking the spread of the island from the cliff, an abandoned wooden ship covered in moss and vines stood out vividly, its body blending into the cliff face as if it had grown from the island itself.
"Plop~"
A long plank had been thrown down from the ship, landing right at Ruchika's feet.
"Come on up."
A lean sailor wrapped in a turban motioned the young boy aboard with a wave of his hand.
Ruchika stepped onto the trembling plank and, in a few strides across the water, he lightly jumped onto the deck. Underfoot, he felt something soft. Bending down to look, he saw it was a torn-in-half, triangular yellow dragon official flag, stained with dark brown blood marks.
Ruchika looked pensive.
