In the blink of an eye, the New Year had passed.
The vast sea stretched boundlessly to the horizon, and all manner of dangers always existed upon it. Out on the ocean, anything could happen.
Besides the frequent sea storms, pirates were also one of the greatest dangers at sea.
If one encountered a storm, then with luck or superb seamanship, there might not be any real danger. But if one had the misfortune of encountering pirates, that was a tragedy.
The best outcome was having one's wealth plundered. If they ran into utterly vicious pirates, whether they could return alive at all was a serious question.
However, ever since Viscount Romon of Tatshaw Territory established the Fifth Fleet and joined forces with Prince Xiusenya's Fourth Fleet, the pirates around Far-Sail Port had vanished without a trace for a time.
A momentary peace did not mean that the pirate menace had truly been uprooted completely.
So long as profit existed, and so long as an environment capable of breeding the seeds of crime existed, the pirate trade could not truly disappear.
Several years ago, the joint operation of the two fleets crushed every pirate organization within a thousand nautical miles of Far-Sail Port. From that day onward, the sea route through Far-Sail Port began to flourish.
Then came the appearance of the Elves. Their attacks on nations along other sea routes indirectly spurred the prosperity of the Far-Sail Port route.
After a period of calm seas and gentle winds, forces finally began to itch for a piece of this juicy meat.
"Captain, are we really going to operate over there? I heard there's a very formidable viscount there. We'd better not go provoking him." On a small isolated island far from those waters, a group of pirates was holding a