"That was the Tirmosians' tradition. They worshiped nature and spirits, especially powerful forces of nature like storms and lightning. They usually only traded during storms, but they weren't simply looking for trouble. The Graveyard Sea was actually the eye of the storm—a very calm stretch of sea. You'll understand once we get there."
White Mist looked up at Andessa and answered softly.
"Besides, storms could shield us from the pirates on the Sea of Mists, the Logro People, and the Turowen Whale-Elephant People. They were major nuisances in the shallow seas."
"There are pirates in the shallow seas too?" Brando asked, stunned.
"Of course. They were mercenaries of the Twilight Species, more or less connected to Chaos. Some of them were even half-Twilight Species themselves."
Andessa glanced at the two of them before speaking to Brando, somewhat reluctantly. "They asked me to call you out, my lord, the Earl of Tonigell."
"They?"
"Those damn Chubby Fellows," Andessa replied.
"The fleet has arrived." White Mist cut in. "As I said before, the Tirmosians will join forces to cross the final stretch of storm. Before that happens, we'd better get to the deck. The last time I saw something like this was nearly a thousand years ago."
At that moment, the mournful sound of a horn rang out over the sea once again. Brando glanced back and rose to his feet. Just then, a huge wave crashed in from ahead, sending the Oberuv to the very crest of the wave and tilting the entire cabin sharply to one side.
The little fairy Fias rolled helplessly toward the corner of the table. Brando hurriedly reached out and caught her, but the wooden plate on the table flew up after it. A slice of tuna struck her little face perfectly and slapped over it,