After two days of adapting, Jaya could already keep Thriller Bark steadily afloat.
But to control Thriller Bark freely, she still needed time to improve her abilities.
However, even if Jaya raised her abilities to that level, she could not possibly drive Thriller Bark twenty-four hours a day.
The power problem had to be solved from another angle.
Human power was one option—the tireless and obedient Zombie Army could be considered.
Technology was another, but that meant getting hold of weather technology.
These plans would take time to complete.
For now, Thriller Bark was still powered by the most primitive of sails.
To master this brand-new method of navigation as quickly as possible, Lafitte had recently been working himself to the bone.
Before they fully adapted, Thriller Bark's speed was pitifully slow.
The journey from Thriller Bark to the Sabaody Archipelago should have taken only a week, but now it was hard to say how long it would take.
Maud held a newspaper in one hand and casually straddled the balcony railing of the castle's top-floor room, smiling as he looked down at Jim and the others, who were busy working the sails.
High in the air, the wind was fierce.
And Thriller Bark's masts and sails were extraordinary in size. Clearly, precise control was not easy.
Most importantly, the crew was short-handed, making it difficult to respond quickly to Lafitte's navigation orders.
At times, Thriller Bark would even circle back and forth through the same stretch of airspace.
Until the manpower issue was solved, this obvious navigation problem could not be fixed through skill alone.
At least until Maud hunted enough shadows and awakened the zombies in the freezer, Lafitte would have to suffer through this frustration for a while.
"The Tremor-Tremor Fruit..."
Maud raised the newspaper in his