"Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha!!!"
Lying on the deck, Rogge looked at the clear sky above and laughed nonstop.
"Bastard, I almost died! You nearly got me killed at Reverse Mountain, and this time I almost died because of you too." Jelly was exhausted, pointing at Rogge and cursing weakly.
"This bastard really wishes we were all dead." Ares lay sprawled on the deck and spoke feebly.
"Stop wasting your breath. We're here. Take a look outside." Rogge grinned. Ignoring Jelly, he struggled to his feet and looked outside.
Hearing Rogge, the others slowly helped each other up and looked at the sea of clouds outside, their faces filling with astonishment.
"Is this the White-White Sea?" Cook asked in amazement.
"Didn't you know about Sky Island? You've never seen the White-White Sea?" Rogge asked in surprise.
"Of course I knew Sky Island existed, but I've never been there. I'd only heard about it. Besides, not every Sky Island has a White-White Sea. Judging by its size, this Sky Island is huge. I never expected its White-White Sea to be this vast." Cook looked at the surrounding waters.
"Keep moving forward. We haven't reached Sky Island yet," Rogge said with a smile.
"We're already like this, and we still haven't reached Sky Island?" Ares asked weakly as he hugged the mast and stood up.
"The White-White Sea is only seven thousand meters above the ground. Sky Island is at ten thousand meters, so we still have three thousand meters to go," Rogge said.
"Damn, another three thousand meters? How are we supposed to get up there? Don't tell me we have to drift around here. I heard many ships drift around in the sky, and eventually everyone aboard starves to death!" Ares shouted.
He had done his homework in Mock Town. He had