If they had known that the Ghost Ship would attack the fleet, they would not have bothered with any of this and could have just waited for the enemy to come to them.
"Commander, the storm at sea is too intense, and there are no markers nearby, making it impossible to lock onto a direction.
How about we send someone to scout first, confirm the fleet's location, and then rush over?"
No sooner had the middle-aged captain finished speaking than he received a heavy slap across his face, a clear indication that the suggestion was a terrible one.
In other situations, sending a strongman out to search for the fleet's location wouldn't be much of an issue, but this was the Misty Marine Region.
All one could see was a monotonous grey, and if one were to leave the warships, there's the likelihood that they wouldn't even be able to find their way back.
