Xia Nan and the others' destination on this trip was a remote little island called Sheer Cliff Island, roughly five days' voyage from Barracuda Bay.
The island itself was not famous. Though a fair number of sea folk had lived there year-round, its location far from the popular sea routes meant that, out on this vast ocean, aside from wandering pirates, very few people ever passed by.
Before setting out, Xia Nan had also asked around at the Three-Legged Sea Dog Tavern for information about "Sheer Cliff Island," but he had gained almost nothing.
All he knew was that a sizable group of islanders lived there, that the fishing was decent, and that occasionally a few lucky fishermen claiming to be from Sheer Cliff Island could be seen bringing rare fish they had caught to Barracuda Bay to sell.
As for the island's exact population, the scale of its towns or villages, whether there were any notable figures worth paying attention to... no one could give him an accurate answer to such detailed, specific questions.
Even when he asked the tavern owner, Hera, the middle-aged woman with her rather charming air seemed to know very little, leaving Xia Nan, who was always used to making thorough preparations before a trip, feeling uncertain.
But in the end, it was only an ordinary cargo escort mission: travel, arrive at the destination, unload the cargo and rest, replenish supplies, then set sail for the return trip.
If they did not want to interact with the locals, they did not even have to leave the ship. There was no need to think too much about it.
Yet this remote little island, so obscure that even a place like the Three-Legged Sea Dog, where Barracuda Bay's information gathered, could hardly provide detailed news about it,