The merchant ship Mermaid,
At the lookout sailor's loud cry, many people ran to the railings and looked toward the eastern horizon.
A small black dot could vaguely be seen there, slowly growing larger in their field of view.
Captain Loren also quickly ran out of the cabin after being notified by the other sailors. He nimbly climbed up to the crow's nest on the mast and looked east as well.
The view was better here, and as a Silver-level powerhouse, Loren naturally had sharper eyesight than ordinary people.
In his view was a single-masted sailing ship clearly narrower than the Mermaid. It was obviously not an ordinary merchant vessel and was speeding toward the Mermaid.
At this moment, the mercenary Aivar also appeared beside Loren. After observing it for a while, his expression turned somewhat grave.
"This may be a pirate ship!"
Aivar said in a low voice.
"A pirate ship?"
Loren's face hardened as he confirmed once more.
"Are you sure it's a pirate ship?"
"I can't be certain, but it most likely is."
Aivar said calmly.
"This type of ship is easy to recognize. It isn't a merchant vessel meant for long-distance voyages, nor is it the sort of fishing boat used by coastal fishermen."
"However, there's no flag bearing a pirate mark on that ship, so I can't be certain. Still, it's most likely a pirate ship."
Aivar, who lived along the coast of the Bertich Kingdom, was quite familiar with different kinds of ships.
"This kind of pirate ship is very fast. Ordinary merchant ships can't evade their pursuit, and ours probably can't either."
Watching the ship rapidly approach them, Aivar placed his hand on the long blade at his waist, his body beginning to tense.
Hearing Aivar's words, Loren had no other thoughts.
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