The Flying Dut...chman

"Wait—"

Gabriel halted, frowning as he stared at the ship ahead.

"I think I just saw some kind of shadow flash past on the ship..."

Though it had vanished too quickly for him to make out its appearance, it had clearly been humanoid.

There were only four of them on the island. Hans had been sent to buy supplies, while Hank was sorting through the provisions, including things like the filthy clothes left behind by the former pirates.

Even if the two of them had returned, there was no reason for them to be aboard this ship.

Who could the figure on the ship be?

Staring at the ship in the distance, Gabriel had already taken out his Grimoire, seawater coiling around his arm.

"A shadow? Oh, don't get worked up. That's one of our crew members."

"Crew members?"

Gabriel looked at Adam in surprise. Other than Hank and Hans, where were they supposed to have found any more crew?

"Let me introduce it first. This ship is called the Flying Henan... ah, spit, the Flying Dutchman."

Adam's mouth twitched. Ever since he had seen that joke somewhere, he kept slipping up. Whoever had first come up with it was truly something else...

"The Flying Dutchman?"

Gabriel felt that the names Adam came up with always seemed to carry meanings he could not understand.

"It's just a ship name. There's no deep meaning to it. What matters is this ship's abilities—"

Adam snapped his fingers. Accompanied by several sets of footsteps, heads poked up one after another over the railings and looked down.

Gabriel immediately stood at attention, his shoulder-length hair practically standing on end.

"W-W-W-What is that?!"

"Calm down. Those are our crew members."

Adam waved for them to return to work.

"I only performed preliminary modifications on the