Swoosh——
The sails of the "Storm Cape" billowed, slicing through the vast waves like a sharp blade.
"Did you two notice anything unusual about the 'Long-nosed Shark'?"
Aiven stood at the stern deck of the "Storm Cape," leaning on his command saber, with the captain's cloak [Thunderbird Robe] flapping loudly in the sea breeze.
Directly ahead of them, the quasi-legendary warship of Hilus, "Long-nosed Shark," was racing south like a mad dog off its leash. If speed wasn't also the strong suit of the "Storm Cape," they might have been left behind by now.
Standing behind Aiven, as wizards, Milan and Olivia both focused part of their spirit on the seagull, even daringly drawing closer to repeatedly observe the various circumstances aboard that ship.
After paying the price of losing two, they still found nothing.
Whether it was the personnel, their conversations, or the faintly visible large fish shadow underwater... everything was the same as before.
