His gentle kick sounded like a foot striking a drum, producing a thunderous boom.
With that kick, the Freedom stopped drifting lazily downward and plunged instead, as though it were truly falling through open air.
Yet no matter how fast it moved outside, those aboard the Freedom seemed to feel nothing. They stood comfortably by the rail, growing more excited as they drew closer and began to glimpse the dreamlike buildings through the transparent coating.
9,000 meters.
9,500 meters.
9,900 meters.
10,000 meters.
The view before them suddenly opened up.
The Freedom descended into an enormous space.
Fish-Man Island lay at the base of the Red Line, where a passage led to the New World on the other side.
Now that they had reached it, they could see the entire island clearly.
It truly deserved its reputation as one of the most beautiful islands in the world of the Pirate King.
The scenery here could rival Sky Island completely. In some respects, it was even more beautiful than Kuta.
An enormous Double-Layered Hemispherical Bubble Coating enclosed Fish-Man Island.
As for the source of light here...
Kuta raised his head and gazed overhead, curiosity flickering in his azure-blue pupils.
He could sense that this really was sunlight.
"How incredible!"
There really was a tree that could carry sunlight into the depths of the sea.
Chapter 320: Fish-Man Island
"Another ship's coming."
Inside the coating, two armored fish-men with red lobster heads held spears and looked up at the rapidly descending Freedom.
"Hmm... that windmill on the bow..."
The fish-man on the left rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
"What is it?"
The fish-man on the right looked away from the ship and turned to his companion.
"I think I've seen that ship with the windmill bow before."
"You have?"
The fish-man