Days at sea were immensely boring.
The date had come to January 15.
The year had already ended, and everything had returned to normal.
In the ordinary East Sea Domain, ordinary people were chopped until their souls left their bodies, frenziedly wrestling in ordinary battles.
The Black Sail's Gold Seeker transport ship was also about to reach its destination.
The deck was filled with Gold Seekers, all with faces full of excitement, gazing ahead at the sea, their excitement fermenting in the jostling crowd.
With grey faces and slightly ragged clothes patched here and there, their eyes were filled with longing and desire, wishing to be the first to discern the outline of the island.
There were some Gold Seekers like Celeste's group, ranked second in priority.
These people were powerful, and even on the densely packed deck, each had their own separate area.
