The sailors scanned the horizon and often oiled the thick cannons. This was a long and narrow strait in which hundreds of islands and trade towns were not very clear on the navigation charts. And at the other end of the strait, the commercial demand of King's Landing was like a bottomless pit, with ships providing support for it continuously. Therefore, there was a time when the pirates of Yoms often appeared here and made some moneyless business.

The air is full of aircraft: single-person propeller aircraft with stars is like bees surrounding honeycombs; strange-shaped cargo airships transport heavy items between the ships; pendulum-like seats hanging under the unique single-person balloons. A little further away, there are combat boats, that is, the type of elliptical flying cannon. The most eye-catching is a huge flagship Leviathan airship "Nefimandis".

With a huge fleet of more than fifty ships, coupled with the aircraft that covers the sky and the sun, any sensible large sea beasts or pirates will choose to avoid the edge at this time. Only some fish are chasing them, enjoying the organic "bad" pouring into the ocean from the sewage hole. As the ship splits the waves, white foam gathers on the sea, like a boiling pot of soup.

Compared to the calm waves when the fleet sailed, the sea outside the hundreds of Palesan was a different scene at this time: lightning struck the sky and illuminated the sea; the rain hit the boat directly and poured onto the thick deck made of oak; the sea was surging and huge waves were surging, and the boat was facing the danger of being swallowed up. It shaking on the sea surface, undulating with the waves.

A man stuck to the rigging, trying to raise the sail and regain some control over the ship. His whole body was soaked, with long black hair wrapped around his head, and the water on his hair flowed down to his naked chest. The wet pants made it difficult for him to maintain balance. But in the end he still fixed the sail and finally breathed a sigh of relief. As the first mate, he reminded the boss before leaving that this might happen at sea, so they needed to add a new crew. However, Namen insisted that more than a dozen old men from Yoms pirates were enough to handle everything, and that they might find their fellow passengers during the voyage.

"What a bad idea," the first mate complained in his heart. He climbed down tightly against the mast; if there was a slight mistake, he would be thrown out of the ship, and his life was worrying. A storm hit him, tearing his skin and pants apart. He stood on the deck, holding on to support the mast. At the stern, he could see the captain Namen playing games with the rudder, and the man close to six feet tall was grinning. The first mate thought depressedly: "Yes, he just wanted to kill himself like this."

Suddenly, the ship leaned to one side, and the first mate held the mast tightly, like a drowning person grasping the precious life-saving straw. The Namen, which was fiddling with the rudder, was thrown to the side of the ship. Fortunately, the life-saving rope tied to his waist grabbed him. The first mate didn't dare to make a sound and stared at the captain crawling on the deck. The Namen seemed to be careless. He managed to turn over and return to the rudder.

"Don't worry," Namen shouted at the top of his voice. It's strange. Although the waves were surging at this time, his voice could clearly reach every sailor on the Ghost Face Fish Number. Even those who were still under the deck were no exception. "Our new ship will never capsize, you are lucky! Listen below the deck, take good care of those little cuties for me."

The "little cute" he said refers to the military horses raised on the bottom deck. They are all loaded in large wooden cages with ropes tied above the cages and hung on the top of the upper deck without touching the ground. This way, the horses who can stay in the cage suffer less and alleviate the phenomenon of large-scale illnesses caused by the bumps caused by the waves. They will come in handy soon.

After driving northwest for a whole night in the storm, the Ghost Face Fish finally broke out of this sea area. The sun had not yet risen, and in the dim light of dawn, reefs protruded from the sea water below. It is difficult to judge the size and distance of the land. The rocks, which are not too large, are scattered everywhere like the back of a whale, and there are no birds and beasts on it, only brown stones and green bushes.

The Ghost-Faced Fish entered a lagoon. The details of the sea became clear. The wrinkled dark blue sea gradually showed the shape of waves, and the foam and water flow were also distinguished. There were black reefs under the water and colorful kelp groups.

"When there is still an hourglass, we are about to dock," Namen's words again reached the ears of each crew member.

The facts proved the accuracy of the captain's words, passing through the lagoons through an hourglass sailing. An island appears in front of the Ghost Face Fish. It is located in a cold northern ocean, but it appears lush and full of vitality.

The island is about three hundred gigameters long and one hundred gigameters wide. Where the ship is about to dock, the terrain is rugged and rugged, covered with gray peaks and hills. Obviously, this is not a suitable place to land.

"The dwarfs live in the west of that mountain range, and the coastlines over there are natural and unfreezing ports. All ships that trade with them will dock and park in those places-" Namen stood on a statue in the shape of a hideous devil's head on the bow of the ship, and was passionately giving a live speech with a strong incitement voice. The subject of his speech was a dozen crew members who were busy dragging the sickly military horses out of the cabin after the voyage. "—For us, the heroes of Yoms, it is actually the same wherever we go ashore. Because we don't know how to do business. We have to grab whatever we want..."

After resting for two hourglass, the military horses finally recovered. These Yomus pirates rode on them to drive away. The Ghost-faced Fish was left by them on the coast. The big mate wanted to keep two people watching the ship, but Namen insisted on taking all the crew away. "Don't worry, you don't know the ability of this ship... We just need to go and pick up the job, and there will naturally be someone to help."

The prestigious captain could not resist the prestigious captain, and the first mate had to stop talking. A dozen of them rode more than thirty (with rotational and luggage-carrying) military horses and quickly set off from the coast. Before setting sail from King's Landing, Namen had studied the terrain of the Grimbe Island, and he knew that there were several trails in the coastal mountains. The army was not suitable for passing through it, but there was no problem for a team of more than a dozen people to pass.
Chapter completed!