The moment they saw that boundless expanse of floating garbage, the pirates aboard the ship erupted into cheers, even more excited than when they had spotted the school of fish.
Old Bill was trembling with excitement as he shouted:
"Brothers, get the salvage nets ready! We're rich!"
Then he suddenly remembered Shen Feng beside him and hurriedly asked cautiously:
"Captain, should we... should we mine? Oh, don't worry. By pirate ship rules, half of whatever ore everyone digs up has to be handed over to the captain."
Shen Feng nodded with a complicated expression and said:
"Let everyone do as they please. Give my share to them. Whatever anyone salvages belongs to them."
Old Bill's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted:
"The captain says he doesn't want his tribute share! Whatever you salvage belongs to you!"
The moment those words were spoken, another round of cheers erupted from the pirate ship:
"Long live the captain!"
"Hahaha, long live!"
"Thank you, Captain!"
"May your holds be full of fish and your mines piled high with ore!"
"..."
By then, the pirate ship had reached the school of fish. Nets were immediately cast down, hauling fish after fish aboard and dumping them into the ship's fish hold.
However, the fishing only lasted a short while before everyone grabbed their oars again and began rowing desperately toward the floating garbage belt nearby.
The excitement and anticipation on their faces made it seem as though they were not facing a belt of floating garbage at all, but a mountain of gold.
Shen Feng casually grabbed a fish, split it open with his knife, removed the scales and innards, then slowly sliced and ate the flesh while gazing at the garbage belt in the distance.
It stretched as far as the eye could see,