The barnacle crew members were all discussing animatedly.
Having packed his pipe anew, Old Smoky Teeth took a couple of puffs before speaking again.
"Origin World Island does indeed exist," he said.
"Back when I hadn't yet switched ships, a powerful being from within the Undead Sea Devil Ship mentioned that deep in the Undead Strait Valley, there exists a rich Light Power that even the undead fear."
"Only undead powerhouses are qualified to enter deep into the Undead Strait Valley."
"But deep in the Undead Strait Valley, Origin World Island precisely exerts a strong repulsion against the undead."
"Sometimes you can't help but marvel at the wonders of transcendent ecology!"
"Back in the day..."
Just as Old Smoky Teeth was puffing away on his pipe, about to start recounting past events,
a cry of alarm brought his story to a premature end.
"Oh! Damn it… Look ahead, quick!"
The many barnacle crew members turned and looked up, gazing towards the front.
