Barracuda Bay was not a natural harbor.
At least in ancient times, it had been nowhere near as prosperous as it was now.
Two long, narrow peninsulas shaped like the sharp teeth of a barracuda stretched out from both sides of the coast, curving into a perfect arc and nearly meeting at their ends, leaving only an entrance that was relatively narrow compared to the vast sea area beyond.
This created a deep, calm, and open stretch of water within Barracuda Bay, enough to berth a large number of ships.
However, it was like a natural trap buried inside a gift by the Creator's malicious sense of humor.
Right where those two barracuda-tooth-like peninsulas nearly met, at the boundary between the tranquil bay and the turbulent sea outside, at the only entrance into the harbor...
A large number of deadly reefs and undercurrents lay packed together.
Even the most experienced captain would have found it hard to say he could steer a ship through that stretch smoothly while ensuring its safety.
It was precisely because of this that, for a very long time, despite Barracuda Bay's excellent natural conditions, only a few isolated, reclusive seafolk, or murloc tribes, had settled here.
Until countless years ago.
A Legendary treasure ship from an ancient Elf kingdom, after surviving a brutal war where divine blood fell like rain, was swept along by undercurrents and lured into the bay. The reefs at the entrance became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
In an extremely tragic manner, it sank in Barracuda Bay.
Most of the crew members had their lives taken by the storm and thunder that had followed behind them from beginning to end, as if it would never cease, and were buried at sea. After the few survivors were rescued by