"Shit, you bunch of gutless bastards!"
After a couple of curses, the burly, full-bearded man looked at Anderson with a hint of unease.
"Captain, I think we should start with an easier treasure, or find a way to deal with the terrible weather before entering the Berserk Sea."
"The dangerous waters there are places even the Church of Storms' ships wouldn't dare explore recklessly."
"Is that all?" Anderson asked lightly.
"I thought you were crowding around me because you had your eyes on my ass, or were so scared you wanted to turn back and get off the ship."
"Relax. I'm the strongest Hunter in the Fog Sea, not the stupidest."
"You'll soon witness the Sea God's glorious conquest of the storm."
As he spoke, he pushed aside the sailors blocking his way and walked to the door leading out onto the deck.
The sailors hesitated briefly before following him to the door.
Outside the cabin, everything remained pitch-black. Only the occasional lightning streaking across the sky allowed them a brief glimpse of just how terrifying the raging storm ahead was.
Boom! A terrifying thunderclap erupted. A bolt of lightning like a giant serpent slashed across more than half the night sky, winding its way through the thick, dark clouds.
The howling gale changed direction. Like two invisible giant hands, it followed the rift carved by the lightning and tore the heavy cloud cover in half.
On either side, torrential rain and lightning raged, and waves surged and fell...
But in the middle, a half-full Crimson Moon hung high above, spilling its light over a sea that could almost be called calm.
Gulp.
"Storm above!"
"This... this is a miracle! This is a miracle the Sea God has revealed to us!"
"Captain, does our Sea God really have a Sea