Time Prisoner and the Floating Fleet

"Creak, creak."

Looking at the defeated remnants gathering before him again, "Gulf Stream" Petrich nearly ground his stark white teeth—capable of biting through steel—to pieces.

When they had first set out, the fleet had consisted of four enchanted fast adventure ships carrying over six hundred Formal Extraordinary Persons, nearly a hundred of whom were Third-Order Extraordinary Persons.

But after that man-made "Super Storm," one adventure ship had capsized; two had been hurled by giant waves onto the island marked red on the Ancient Scroll, striking reefs and running aground; the last had been driven by the gale like a wild horse charging into the depths of the Shattered Star Sea.

Afterward.

The crew members who had capsized and fallen into the sea—who would almost certainly have died in a storm aboard any ordinary sea vessel—had instead become the truly lucky ones.

Thanks to Extraordinary Persons' formidable tolerance for harsh environments, after Petrich broke free of the Storm Giant's entanglement and rescued them, this ship's survival rate reached ninety percent. Not a single Third-Order member had been harmed.

The remaining three ships had not been so fortunate. The two grounded before them were one thing; after this fourth-order Child of the Sea Goddess fought for half a day, he had managed to save sixty percent of their crew from the awakened packs of magical monsters.

As for the final ship, they had found nothing even after searching for two days, as though it had completely evaporated into the sea.

How could Petrich, on his first mission after joining the Black Wing God's ranks, not hate this? He practically wanted to write the word "miserable" seven times across the ground.

Evan's move had been a perfect example of stirring up trouble with a few words and leaving others to run themselves ragged