"Wow, that's a huge.... emmm, a damn ghost ship, you fishermen really fish out everything but fish, huh?"
Just as the group from the Witch's Home club arrived at the fishing ground in the Golden Country under the leadership of Senior Mia, Dorothy spotted the ancient and damaged sailing warship that had just broken through the water.
It was clearly an old ship that had been soaked at the bottom of the sea for years. Its sails had almost completely rotted away, and its hull and deck were covered with barnacles and sludge, with ocean plants that only grow at the seabed thriving among them, amidst which vague piles of white bones were visible.
In short, the whole ship was filled with a sense of decay and ominousness.
Looking at the thin fishing line that tethered the warship, fashioned with a ram-headed demon figurehead, even the homebody witch was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Do you call this thing a 'fish'?"
Dorothy was hugely shocked.
