Life at sea was as dull as ever.
For Adventurers, it was even more so.
The ship's chores were handled by the Sailors, and as for possible battles during the voyage... there were indeed plenty of Monsters in the ocean, but on a sea this vast, stretching the trip out to more than ten days there and back, running into one once already counted as unlucky. Twice or more, and the Adventurers on board would have to start wondering whether something filthy had its eye on them. The more cautious ones might even set up an altar for worshiping the gods right there on the deck.
At present, nearly three days had passed since the Oath of Vengeance Blades sailed out of Barracuda Bay.
The journey was steady, without the slightest ripple.
All they could see was a sweep of blue. Of course, aside from that, there was not much other scenery to look at.
Sailing across the great sea, facing those rising and falling waves that seemed as if they would never stop and never change, Xia Nan would not even have been able to tell how far they had traveled if he could not sense the passage of time from the cycle of day and night.
At the same time, the slight stirrings in his heart when they first set sail—the excitement and agitation over the adventure to come and the unknown enemies ahead—were gradually worn away by the endless sound of the waves.
Fortunately, the people on board were all Adventurers with rich sailing experience and had their own ways of relieving boredom. Even the two newcomers to the ship were no exception. Alton went without saying, and Xia Nan had already picked up a new hobby.
"Vmm-dong..."
The melodious sound of strings drifted across the deck