Ever since someone had apparently tampered with the wheel in the bridge, no one was allowed to enter freely, lest something similar happen again.
At the same time, some of the sailors had been given new duties. They had to observe the surrounding waters from the highest deck and watch for anyone coming to attack them.
Because the cruise ship was always moving at full speed, as long as it did not stop—and as long as no one aboard actively gave the pirates a way to board—a ship this large might not have to fear pirates.
Just yesterday, the sailors had spotted a ship approaching in the distance, but it had soon left again.
The others who had seen it reported this to the Captain, who thought it might merely have been a passing freighter or Fishing Boat.
After all, they were already nearing Maliro's waters. Smuggling was rampant here, and encountering one or several small boats on the Sea Surface did not necessarily mean they were pirates. As long as the boats did not approach, there was no need to pay them any mind.
At the same time, this sent the Captain a very special signal: they were already very close to Maliro. Even smuggling boats had appeared, so they would reach Maliro's waters in no more than three days.
Once they arrived there, several scattered islands would provide additional landmarks, so finding the correct route would not be difficult.
But the sailor knew that they were definitely his people.
From the time he had tampered with the wheel that night until morning, they had traveled toward the open sea at full speed for more than ten hours. Even after they adjusted their course, their route had been thrown off by far more than a little.
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