The Ironhead headed for the rendezvous coordinates as planned.
"Something's not right..."
Zhao Tie Tou hesitated, observing the distant Nightmare Star through his telescope.
It was a peculiar ship over thirty-five meters long, with most of its angular hull constructed from bones. There were even moving Bone Arms on it, and its sails were formed from arms holding hands.
[A ship that made your hair stand on end. Your sanity decreased by 10.]
For a moment, he wasn't sure whether he had gotten the coordinates wrong, so he checked the World Sea Chart again.
"They're right... Is that really One-Eye's ship?"
Zhao Tie Tou looked over again and spotted sea salt spread across the Nightmare Star's deck. Only then was he certain it was a player's ship.
The ship looked wrong no matter how he looked at it, very much like something belonging to a hostile faction.
A wooden raft was tossed down from the Nightmare Star.
Wearing his Sharkskin Swimsuit, Yang Yi stood on the raft and paddled through the white seawater with a plank, heading toward the Ironhead.
The wind and waves in the Abundant Sea weren't strong. Even a raft could sail steadily, provided one watched out for the meat lumps along the way.
"I'm coming over. Move a little closer."
Yang Yi sent Zhao Tie Tou a private message and waved to signal him.
They were only seven or eight hundred meters apart, and with the clear, sunny weather, visibility wasn't a problem at all.
Zhao Tie Tou put away his telescope, glanced at the private message, and immediately steered the Ironhead closer, ready to take Yang Yi aboard.
Since he had the right person, he had to carry out his task.
Ten minutes later.
Yang Yi reached the Ironhead's side.
The ship was