Deep in the Berserk Sea, in a region far from the regular shipping routes between the northern and southern continents.
Four three-masted sailing ships laden with cargo struggled through a storm. They had furled half their sails to avoid capsizing in the gale, and their helmsmen carefully steered them between two banks of rain clouds and back into the sunlight.
"I never expected there to be a passage this far from the safe shipping routes that could bypass the dangerous waters... The last time I went to the Southern Continent, this area was completely inaccessible..."
Standing on the deck of the Red Haired Woman, the red-haired Ilian Sauron muttered to herself as she raised a telescope and looked into the distance. Soon, through the thin mist over the sea, she spotted the fleet's destination: an island covered in primeval forest, with a few low hills.
This nameless island had an inconspicuous mark on the nautical charts, along with a note that it possessed a natural sheltered harbor and fresh water. Yet ships passing along nearby routes would rather travel several hundred nautical miles farther to resupply at Dirinius Island to the north than stop at this utterly uninhabited island.
"But things are different now... With a safe route leading here and an artificial harbor, this place will grow busier and busier... And my fleet will be the first pioneers to dock at Dream City's harbor..."
At that thought, Helene proudly puffed out her chest. Unfortunately, William, Tia, and the others had been assigned to other ships as the fleet rapidly expanded. The only people beside her now were new sailors looking at her with a mixture of awe and admiration, rather than old friends she could talk to.
*Right, where's Ariel? Am I destined to spend my life with a