A Ship That Could Really Maneuver

Ten days flew by amid busyness and the sound of hammering.

Under Tom's hands, the wood of Treasure Tree Adam, combined with the efficient cooperation of the shipyard workers, zombies, and "super laborers" like Silver Axe and Babel—

Gradually took on the true form of a ship, one brimming with power and beauty.

Its keel was sturdy, its ribs tightly fitted, its deck smooth, and its three main masts rose like suspended swords.

On this day, the last hull plate was riveted into place.

Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead, his booming laughter echoing through the dockyard.

"Ha ha! Boys! The frame and hull are all done!"

He patted the masterpiece beside him, which had already taken shape, and looked toward Lin Nuo.

"Next comes the interior fitting, rigging, sails, and final adjustments."

"But before that, we can't forget the most important ceremony. Give it a name, Captain!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Lin Nuo.

Ginny had already raised her camera, ready to record the moment.

Even Silver Axe and Babel, who had been requisitioned as laborers, stopped working and looked over.

A name...

Lin Nuo rubbed his chin as he looked at this incredibly badass ship, his thoughts drifting for a moment.

Black Pearl?

Or Ark... no, that one was taken too.

How about...

The Seer?

After all, with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, he really was something like a guy powered by endless energy. The stupidly amusing name almost made him laugh.

But on second thought—

Having to hear Ginny, Alice, and the others shouting, "Seer, set sail!" and "Seer, hard to port!" every day in the future... he didn't dare imagine it.

It was too embarrassing, too immersion-breaking. Better to be serious.

How about...

He looked at the space reserved on the stern, and a word gradually became clear