Since ancient times, the ocean had always been the place humanity feared most.
Compared with forests, the ocean inspired fear from every direction.
You might get lost in a forest, but at least the ground beneath your feet was solid. The skies were not without danger either, but at least when something went wrong up there, you fell to the ground.
Only the ocean was different.
Once something went wrong, you were all but stranded without help. Everything became an unknown. You did not know where you were, nor what you might encounter. With a plane crash, at least you knew you would hit the earth. But when you sank into the depths of the ocean, who knew what was down there?
Or rather, once a ship sank into the sea, where did it actually go?
Nobody knew the answer, and so all manner of speculation and rumors arose. Even in modern times, when humanity could break through the atmosphere and travel into space, its fear of the ocean had not diminished. The ocean was arguably the hardest thing humanity had ever faced to conquer or explore.
Walking through the dilapidated corridor, Li Wei kept a wary eye on his surroundings as he considered the situation.
As far as Li Wei was concerned, it made no sense for the North Star to become a ghost ship. It was not some old vessel that had sailed for years and was about to be retired. From its keel to its steel plates, this was a brand-new ship, fresh from the shipyard. No matter how he looked at it, it did not fit the definition of a ghost ship.
That ruled out the possibility of it developing supernatural powers through sheer age.
Nor had there been any outlandish rumors during its construction, so