Rustboro Port.
Among the rows of modern steel ships, one enormous black medieval-style sailing ship looked utterly out of place—and impossible to ignore.
Passengers and passersby kept casting curious glances its way.
It was rare enough to see a medieval sailing ship at the docks. The captain standing beneath it drew just as much attention.
"This big fellow is my ship—the Fury. What do you think?"
Drake turned his head to ask, his collar open to the sea breeze. A barely perceptible hint of pride crossed his stern face.
"It's magnificent!" Baimu said. "I never expected a sailing ship like the ones in movies to look this cool! I can't wait to get aboard!"
"Chido!"
Mawile nodded in agreement.
She remembered a medieval romance she had watched. Its pirate ship looked much like this one, though nowhere near as imposing.
Baimu had wondered why Drake chose to sail a ship like this. Now that he had seen it for himself, he understood its beauty was different from that of a modern steel vessel.
Calling it a work of art would not have been an exaggeration.
"Hahaha! You've got a good eye!" Drake laughed, patting Baimu's back. His laughter and easy familiarity astonished Liang Guang, the first mate beside them.
How many years had it been since their captain had laughed like that?
Drake was warm beneath his cold exterior, but his crew rarely saw him express his feelings so openly. Even catching him smiling was unusual.
The captain clearly thought highly of this young Trainer who had become so famous lately.
With that thought, Liang Guang glanced at the Trainers nearby. They plainly revered the captain for being one of the Elite Four, yet none dared approach. He shook his head helplessly.
Even among the Elite Four, the captain stood