Splash! Splash!
Fierce winds howled, and torrential rain poured down!
Amid the terrifying fury of the storm, more than a dozen battered ships tossed like lone boats, struggling to press forward.
The storm had raged for several days, its ferocity far exceeding the natural disaster they had encountered while exploring the Ancient Pirate King's ruins.
After spending days in such a terrifying environment, both the ships, on the verge of falling apart, and their exhausted crews were nearing the breaking point.
Weariness covered the sailors' faces, and their bodies trembled from prolonged exertion, but they still gritted their teeth and fought desperately against the vicious weather. Everyone knew that unless they found a safe harbor soon, only disaster awaited them.
The door to the Captain's Quarters was suddenly flung open with a deafening bang.
Dunn turned his head in surprise and saw a figure stagger inside.
Looking closer, he realized it was Annie, soaked through and utterly bedraggled.
Annie's face was drawn with exhaustion, and her eyes betrayed a weariness she could not hide.
She had gone without sleep for days, devoting herself entirely to guiding the whole fleet forward.
Overwork had left her once-delicate, lovely face haggard, but she still forced herself to stay alert and hold her post.
Yet she had no choice. As the fleet's only [Navigator], Annie bore an immensely important responsibility.
Faced with this unprecedented, colossal storm, she could not leave her post for even a moment.
If she rested briefly or nodded off, the entire fleet might stray from its planned course and drift into unknown, dangerous waters. So no matter how exhausting it was, Annie had to grit her teeth and carry on.
Dunn, too, felt deeply helpless about this.
Lately, he had remained in the Captain's Quarters, concentrating fully on controlling the