Perhaps it was because the storm had swept away all their bad luck.
The Oath of Vengeance Blades' temporary rest-and-repair plan went exceptionally smoothly. The journey was easy, and in less than half a day, they arrived at the small fishermen's island in the nearby waters.
Another night had passed after the storm ended, and by the time the group reached their destination, it was early morning.
Standing on the deck, they could just make out the reefs and hills ahead on the sea, wreathed in mist.
There was little movement. The only sounds in the air were the surge of waves and the cries of Seagulls circling overhead.
The island itself had nothing special about it. It had no local specialties, nor any magnificent scenery worth sightseeing.
Even its name, "Rabbit Island," had only been chosen temporarily because it needed to be recorded on nautical charts. After years of being passed by word of mouth among passing Crew Members, the name had spread.
There was a small fishing village on the island. It was not large, and on ordinary days, it had little presence. But because Rabbit Island lay along several routes leading from elsewhere to Barracuda Bay, all kinds of ships often passed by. When they occasionally stopped to rest and resupply, they would do some trading with the fishermen.
Lorraine had rich sailing experience and had been to Rabbit Island several times before. She could not be said to have much of a friendship with the person in charge of the small fishing village, but they were at least familiar faces to each other.
Now that they had encountered a storm and the ship needed to dock temporarily for inspection and repairs, she was thinking about whether she could make a deal with them, trading the ship's