Why?
The weather over the Endless Sea was forever unpredictable. At noon, after a torrential downpour and howling winds swept through without warning, a savage sun suddenly leapt into the sky, pouring down Blazing Light and rays that stabbed at the eyes, shattering across the waves into countless dazzling sparks.
Such a commonplace sight had long ceased to draw anyone's notice, nor was it destined to last.
Before long, dark clouds slowly rolled in on the gale. As the daylight abruptly dimmed, the entire world fell into gloom, and a faint mist once again rose from the sea surface.
The world suddenly turned into the underworld again.
Under the chilling wind, a rust-covered weather vane atop the highest point of the drilling platform ruins let out a creaking squeal.
Ordinary people would find it hard to imagine that within this dangerous stretch of sea, where magnetic fields were chaotic and raging waves never ceased, such an enormous structure could exist.
Built around a derelict drilling platform, it had been expanded and constructed day and night by don't know how many slave laborers over the years. Countless haphazard supports had been dropped into the sea and joined together, ultimately Supporting a tiny island like a town above the vast ocean.
A hidden town that belonged to no city-state and had never appeared on any map, with no manhunts or laws, no treaties or protection.
This was one of the few pirate havens in the western Endless Sea.
—Harlot Town.
Expecting that pack of illiterate Water Ghosts to come up with an elegant name was clearly asking too much of people whose education had ended in the womb. It got its name only because the shrill screams produced when the wind swept through its disorderly buildings inspired some vulgar associations.
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