On the other side of the dense fog, two Three-Masted Sailing Ships had lowered their sails and dropped anchor, floating silently on the sea.
On one of the ships, which bore the figurehead of the Roaring Great White Shark, a tall figure and a short one stood at the bow, staring into the distance as though their gazes could pierce the sea fog and see the scene on the other side.
"Captain, the fog released by the Mist Silver Lamp has reached its limit. I estimate that in about ten minutes, that warship will reach our optimal attack range." The short figure was a white-haired old man in a long robe. Holding a bright silver oil lamp in his hands, he nervously reported to the immensely imposing Captain beside him.
The leader of the Shark Tooth Pirate Gang, "White Shark" Skuk, whose burly body was almost grotesquely misshapen, shot his Navigator a glance with bloodshot eyes that looked as if he had suffered from chronic sleeplessness. His huge mouth split into a grin, revealing a mouthful of sharp, dagger-like teeth.
"Tru, are you certain the target is aboard?"
As though he had been targeted by a Great White Shark alone in the deep sea, the white-haired old man broke out in goosebumps. He hurriedly nodded with all his might.
"Certain, certain. After the first plan failed, our second plan successfully lured their main fighting force onto the route to the New Continent. The hidden lookout left on the island has already sent word back. That Vice Admiral of the Navy is on this Fifth-Rate Ship. He definitely can't get away."
Under the gaze of this Captain who resembled a monster more than a man, the old man did not even dare raise his head.
What he feared most was not