In the silent atmosphere, a sailor finally broke the silence, staring at Ivita with reluctance and said, "Don't mention that name here, don't you know what kind of place it is?"
Fear was evident on his face.
A middle-aged sailor smashed the wooden cup full of wine in his hand and said, "No matter how formidable the captain is, anyone who ventured near that island would end up dead."
"It's a sea monster that could swallow up all ships. Others would steer clear of it upon sighting, but you are headed there."
Ivita nodded, saying, "Cross Island holds something of mine, and I intend to reclaim what's rightfully mine."
"What belongs to one should be returned, it's only natural."
"That's why I've hired professional teams to conquer it."
"You all fear that island so much? But I see quite some pirates' corpses displayed at your port as a show of force."
Inside the tavern, many captains and sailors were staring at Ivita as if they were looking at a madman.
