"Thank you, Your Highness the Holy Son!"
Everyone took their seats. Su Yu tapped his fingertips lightly against the table, swept his gaze over those present, and slowly spoke:
"For this voyage to Sea God Island, go over the route, the ship, and the crew's details with me carefully once more."
At Su Yu's words, a burly man seated at the head immediately stood.
The man was nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, his bronze skin etched by wind and frost.
A heavy, iron-anchor-shaped token hung at his waist. He was Zhao Shaoqiang, captain of the Saint Anne.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, the ship has been reinforced according to your requirements. Its hull is covered with three layers of hundred-year ironwood, with an internal supporting framework made of black iron."
"Our tests showed that the Saint Anne can now withstand a head-on impact from an ordinary ten-thousand-year sea soul beast."
"The sails are made from specially produced canvas blended with celestial silkworm silk and can withstand the tearing force of force-eight gales."
He paused, took a rolled nautical chart from inside his clothes, and spread it out. Pointing to the route marked on it, he continued:
"We've chosen the Calm Sea Route for this voyage. This route takes us on a detour of three hundred nautical miles beyond the route on the map!"
"But following our route will allow us to avoid two dangerous areas where sea soul beasts gather: the Ship-Devouring Whirlpool and Ghost Shark Reef."
"The former is occupied by large numbers of ten-thousand-year Whirlpool Octopuses, while the latter is a nesting ground for Phantom Ghost Sharks. Quite a few ships have been lost there over the years."
"Furthermore, our tests showed that, at the Saint Anne's speed, we will certainly reach