Archer watched as the sea churned with fire and smoke, the remnants of the pirate fleet reduced to ashes. Once the chaos subsided, he left the charred remains behind and soared through the smoke-filled skies, setting his course for the island.
With a satisfied smile, he turned and set off on his journey to the pirate capital. It didn't take him long to reach the island, and as he approached, miles of grassland with towns dotting the landscape came into view.
Most were positioned along the coastline, facilitating easy access for pirate ships to moor. As Archer soared over the towns, the inhabitants looked up in astonishment, their gazes following him as he ventured deeper into the island's interior.
However, what truly captured his attention was the lush expanse of the swamp, dense jungle, and arid desert in the island's southern region. His focus shifted to an island in the center of a vast lake connected to the mainland by a slender strip of land.
