Victor Shieldman silently watched the sea from the bow of the Traveling Mermaid. His gaze swept over the horizon, and behind him the sailors were busy repairing the damage, fixing the sails and the broken mast at the same time as the ship sailed, in order to make it to Naeross in time before the ship collapsed.
The captain, with his thick beard and tattered uniform, approached with slow steps and leaned down next to Victor.
"We'll soon be able to see the island," the captain murmured. "We'll be there at dusk, for we had to change course to avoid the risk of being attacked by a nightmare of the sea, attracted by the blood of the devourer of ships."
Victor didn't answer immediately, and the sound of the ship's hull breaking on the waves dominated the room for a moment.
"You mentioned earlier that Naeross Island is now overrun by pirates. I haven't left the mainland for a long time, what happened to Naeross that got so lost?" The captain sighed.
