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Twenty days later.
The Queen sailed alone on the sea.
Clueless and helpless.
Ding, ding, ding—
Around the Queen, the sound of hammering metal echoed.
The pirates, listless, carried planks to repair the holes scattered throughout the Queen.
Ding, ding, ding.
Ding, ding, ding.
"Ah..."
Charlie looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, the sky was cloudless, but Charlie always felt that there was a kind of sadness wafting through the air.
Well, possibly mixed with the scent of rum, too.
In the crow's nest.
Unnoticed, Little Sa, who was adept at handling ropes, was rubbing his palms, slowly exhaling a stream of white mist, then taking an ancient compass from the Storage Space sewn close to his body and carefully determining the direction, his expression gradually growing excited.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
In every corner of the deck, the sound of grumbling stomachs could be heard.
A pirate with a dark expression on his face moved a box from below deck.
