Who can steer the ship?

"I'm going to drown her in her own blood!"

Before Gangplank lay the latest intelligence from Hark. He suspected his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"What do you mean, 'The Siren suffered no damage, the Leviathan was annihilated, and has fallen into Miss Fortune's hands'?!"

"Andrew! Where is Andrew? Why isn't he contacting me!"

"That was a warship! The most powerful Steel Beast in the world!"

"The warehouse alone could hold eighty thousand loaves of bread! Even if you gave them to Miss Fortune's fleet, she'd need ten years to eat them all!"

Several sailors exchanged glances in the office, watching Gangplank erupt in fury. No one dared to respond.

Finally, the Boatswain, Pete, broke the silence. "Why don't we wait for Hark to return and ask him in person?"

Gangplank sat heavily in his chair, eyes closed, analyzing the current situation.

After a long moment, he opened his eyes and instructed Pete, "Block the news. We absolutely cannot let any other faction know that the 'Leviathan' has had problems."

"Especially you lot. I've suffered heavy losses, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm a stray dog to be bullied!"

"Anyone who dares to betray me and leak this information, I'll make your life a living hell!"

"Yes, Captain!" Pete responded loudly.

With the First Mate and Second Mate likely lost, Gangplank was left with only him, the Boatswain, and a few other confidants.

"Also, as soon as Hark returns, have him come see me immediately."

The sailors left. Gangplank took several deep breaths, but his mood remained unsettled.

"Miss Fortune... I truly underestimated you. Run, and never return to Bilgewater! If I ever find out where you are, pain will be your reward!"

"Mr. Ryze, are you feeling better now?" Sarah asked Ryze, who had finished his meditation.

"I've mostly recovered. Meditation is the best rest for me."

"Thank you again. If it weren't for your magic, the 'Siren' absolutely wouldn't have withstood the first round of cannon fire..."

"No need for thanks," Ryze waved his hand. "Our fates were intertwined at that moment. Helping you was helping myself."

"I must apologize, Mr. Ryze. Arriving in Ionia is taking a few days longer than expected. We've just gotten a general understanding of the situation with this warship..."

Sarah told Ryze that while he was meditating, she had used a small boat to bring over all the sailors from the 'Siren' who understood shipbuilding. Only a small number remained on board.

The others were on the 'Leviathan', learning about the warship.

The "Leviathan" was four times the size of the "Siren," and thus required more personnel for daily operation and maintenance.

Even with everyone on the "Siren" combined, they were barely enough.

After boarding, the Chief Engineer first went to the engine room at the bottom of the ship, which was the source of the warship's power and fuel storage.

Based on a rough calculation, with normal speed sailing and the assistance of sails, the "Leviathan" had enough fuel prepared to sail for two months.

This was good news for everyone.

If used sparingly, there would still be fuel left after delivering Ato to Freljord, leaving ample time to search for supplies in between.

"...That's how it is. It takes time to get this warship moving, and we have to reduce speed to save fuel."

"And upon reaching the waters near Ionia, to avoid causing panic, the 'Leviathan' will have to anchor dozens of nautical miles away, with the 'Siren' carrying you to the mainland."

"So, regarding the delay and postponement..."

"Isn't this arranged quite systematically?" Ryze smiled. "I've waited for hundreds of years, a few days late won't make a difference. You all go get familiar with the ship, don't mind me."

Sarah nodded in acknowledgment, thanked him again, and left.

She first went to the command room located at the rear of the deck and pushed the door open.

The interior decoration was much more luxurious than the "Siren," and it was also more spacious, with all sorts of daily necessities.

There was a detailed world map pasted on the wall. Gangplank must have had it when he seized the ship.

This was in line with Noxus's expansionist ambitions worldwide, requiring thorough reconnaissance beforehand.

She then went into the internal cabins. On the far sides were neatly arranged cannon rooms, each cannon in its own compartment with a clear view. The storage boxes at hand contained ample ammunition.

In the middle was the crew's living area, including lounges, dining rooms, kitchens, and warehouses.

The crew was currently transporting some supplies onto the "Leviathan." It had to be said that the warehouse was indeed very large; Sarah roughly estimated it could hold eighty thousand loaves of bread.

As for the areas further below, Sarah had no intention of disturbing their work for now; that was not her area of expertise.

"Have you learned how to operate it, Raven?" At the highest point of the stern, in the pilot house, Sarah curiously examined the room full of unfamiliar equipment.

"It's very complicated, Captain," Raven said with a headache.

"Although the 'Siren' also has a mechanical system for controlling power, it's child's play compared to this ship. The Chief Engineer and I have been studying it for a long time, and there are still many devices whose functions we haven't figured out."

"In short, this ship can't move right now?"

"Probably, maybe, perhaps, that's the case..." Raven stammered, unsure how to answer.

"This is bad," Sarah ran a hand through her hair.

The voyage was obstructed once again. Ato had dealt with everyone on the warship. If anyone was still alive, they could teach us how to steer.

Wait, it seems someone actually is alive?

"It's fine, I'm going to find someone now to teach you how to steer," Sarah said before hurrying away.

"Hey, Captain, wait... do you know who she's talking about?"

Chief Engineer Sanchez shook his head.

Andrew felt he had performed well. He curled up under a mast, only thinking of being let go if he stayed quiet.

However, no one noticed him until the moon rose. Holding one position for so long made his whole body stiff.

He was now hungry and thirsty.

Just as he was preparing to move, a pair of high-heeled leather boots appeared in his line of sight.

"You were hard to find." Sarah's ethereal voice sounded like a demon's whisper in Andrew's ears.

He instinctively prostrated himself on the ground, covering his head with his hands, trembling all over.

"I... I surrender. I'm willing to swear allegiance to you. I also know many of Gangplank's secrets. Just spare my life..."

"Stand up," Sarah's tone revealed no emotion. "I'll give you a chance."

A chance?

Andrew, seeing a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, squeezed out his strength and asked, "What chance? As long as I can do it, I definitely will..."

"Follow me." Sarah didn't care if he was weak and walked towards the helm on her own.

Andrew gritted his teeth and stood up, squeezing out his potential. Since a chance to live had appeared, he had to seize it.

Even if he returned to Gangplank, he would definitely be hanged at the Slaughter Docks for losing the Leviathan!