Chester Port was the Lorenzo Kingdom's second-largest port. It lay in the kingdom's northeast, facing the vast Eastern Ocean.
It was a hub for the Lorenzo Kingdom's foreign trade and one of the Kingdom Navy's key bases.
Three hundred and twenty kilometers east of Chester Port, bright sunlight fell on the calm sea. Flocks of seabirds skimmed across the water, crying cheerfully.
A wooden sailing ship painted pale blue, with a pirate flag flying from its mast, cut through the waves toward the southeast.
Alchemy Technology was highly advanced in this world, and some countries had even built armored Enchanted Warships. Yet wooden sailing ships remained the mainstay on the boundless seas. The White Seagull was an old three-hundred-ton cruiser. Though more than thirty years old, she was well maintained and could still reach nearly twenty knots at full speed under ideal conditions.
The ship was the pride of the White Seagull Pirate Crew and their greatest asset for surviving in the treacherous Eastern Ocean.
The White Seagull rode the wind and waves. At her bow stood an exuberant one-eyed captain with an alchemical prosthetic leg.
Not long ago, they had run into another pirate crew. With superior speed and firepower, the White Seagull Pirate Crew had crushed them. Cannonballs had riddled the enemy ship with holes and finally snapped its mast, leaving it with almost no means of propulsion. If an Early Legendary Transcendent aboard had not intervened at the crucial moment, the ship would have sunk and its pirates would have become prisoners.
Even so, the other crew had paid a hefty ransom before limping away aboard their battered ship, thoroughly dejected.
The one-eyed captain was in high spirits. He faced the sea breeze, his clothes snapping in the wind, and reveled in the exhilarating feeling.
Then a