The sun blazed fiercely.
Against the rumbling crash of waves against the hull, the salty sea breeze drifted leisurely across the deck, stirring his tousled black hair.
The tall black-haired figure leaned casually against the railing at the edge of the deck, holding a high-end fishing rod from Barracuda Bay's premium tackle shop. Fully armed, most of his body was protected beneath armor with a faint reddish metallic sheen. He did not appear as powerfully built as a Barbarian or Half-Orc with bulging muscles.
Yet simply standing there, he inexplicably gave off an air of unshakable calm.
Only when he occasionally lifted the rod and exerted force did the faint rustle of the bracelet around his wrist accompany the rough dark-red lining between the armor's gaps, briefly revealing the contours of muscles brimming with explosive power beneath.
Though they had already spent more than ten days together at sea, the Crew Members passing across the deck still could not help frequently casting glances at that sharp figure who had recently become the talk of the Southern Islands.
"Sea Fang" Xia Nan.
How could the Sailors not know the name of the ship's owner before them?
To a certain extent, aside from the exceptionally high pay that far exceeded the market average, Xia Nan's reputation was the reason most of them had been willing to board the ship, leave familiar Barracuda Bay, and travel to Salt Rock Port on the continent's eastern coast, where there were few job opportunities.
He had stopped the Transcendent advancement ritual of "Algae Scale" Dodd, the great pirate, and ruined the long-planned summoning sacrifice of the Shahua Mermen.
In the days before their departure, "Sea Fang" had likely been the most frequently uttered name in every tavern throughout Barracuda Bay. Yet what puzzled everyone was that