Elma's Five Calamities

The Elma sailed across the sea.

A full year had actually passed, and it was now the dry season of the second year.

"Hey, you stinking salted-fish captain over there, it's already noon. Aren't you going to make us something to eat?"

The Elma was currently off the northeastern coast of Atlantis.

Over the past year, Aga had piloted the Elma from the southernmost tip of Atlantis, crawling along at a pace slower than a turtle as they traveled clockwise around more than half the continent. Along the way, they had spotted Dodona of the Divine Court from afar, but none of them had been brain-dead enough to head over there.

There was no reason to sail quickly anyway. They had come out wandering to take in the sights, run into a few powerful demonic beasts here and there, and kill them. That was all.

Ruslan lay on the deck, looking disdainfully at Oushen, who was sprawled out on the other side of it.

"What the hell are you in such a hurry for?" Oushen sat up and yawned. "We drank until midnight last night. I don't have any energy at all right now."

Sure enough, besides Oushen and Ruslan, Jemia, Aga, and Lemoni were also lying on the deck.

As for where the liquor had come from—

Oushen removed the impurities from seawater, then the salt, then all sorts of other random things, producing some fresh water. Then he added a drop of the fuel alcohol Dionysus had given them before.

And just like that, they had liquor with an alcohol content above eighty percent.

Once everyone aboard figured out how to make alcohol, they went completely insane. Not even ten Basamizos could have dragged them back as they drank to their hearts' content.

Then they spent every day