Time trickled by, and in the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed. It was now nearing September of Oceanic Era 1500.
During those two-plus months, Carlos had not caused any more trouble. He had remained on Paradise Island, training diligently as always and handling some daily affairs. He still had quite a bit of free time.
Besides enjoying his rare leisure time, he also spared some time to guide his Crewmates. It was worth mentioning that Olsen and O'Neal, who had known nothing before, had also been assigned by Carlos to assist Martin and Riley and learn a few things.
Of the two, Martin knew a little about shipwright work, while Riley knew a little about helmsmanship. Aside from training, they spent most of their time studying shipbuilding and navigation.
Carlos sent the two rough men, Olsen and O'Neal, to assist them. He did not expect them to match Martin and Riley's skills, but they should at least learn some basics. In the future, they would handle miscellaneous work aboard the ship—doing everything except specialized tasks, essentially serving as general-purpose hands.
Carlos cared deeply about his flagship, the Nether Moon. He often visited the shipyard to check on its construction progress.
After more than three months of work, the Nether Moon's main structure had been completed. All that remained was the fine detailing. At most, another half month would be needed before the flagship was finished. In other words, they could set sail in half a month.
Thus, Carlos also began gradually delegating authority, transferring the necessary powers for maintaining the Black Alliance's operations to Nether Moon Island. The island's council members began familiarizing themselves with the process of handling affairs, ensuring that his departure would not affect the Black Alliance's operations.
Of course, Carlos preparing