Outside Parasol Tree Island, the merchant ship quickly turned around.
Surrounded by Sea Kings, no normal person could feel safe, much less when most of those aboard were ordinary slaves.
Yet the moment the ship turned, the helmsman had no choice but to stop. Three enormous Sea Kings blocked the ship's path, their deep growls rolling over the deck as everyone aboard trembled.
"It's over. Now we can't even escape!" someone said despairingly. Most of the other crew members wore similar expressions.
Yet after several seconds, the Sea Kings did not attack. They merely blocked the way, rekindling a sliver of hope among those aboard.
When trapped like this, time always felt especially agonizing, but the people on the ship had no other choice.
Sandersonia and Sonia anxiously stared at the miraculous parasol tree, worried for their sister's safety.
The crew members aboard were wary of the two little girls. Fortunately, their current situation was dangerous, and the strange events from before made them too afraid to act rashly.
At any other time, these sailors would probably have tried every possible way to throw them into the sea.
But they definitely would not be getting any food.
Nothing happened through the night. By the next day, the situation remained unchanged, and the people aboard grew restless and anxious.
If this continued for too long, they would be trapped to death in these waters, becoming skeletons aboard the ship and remaining at sea forever.
Fortunately, the predicament had not lasted long enough for the crew to lose all hope, so they had not yet resorted to anything extreme. But if it went on much longer, that would be hard to say.
Thankfully, the worst-case scenario never came to pass. At noon on the second day, an unfamiliar cry rang out from