The vast sea stretched endlessly, Mingyue stood on the deck, her hem dancing in the wind, from the glow of dusk to the moon at its zenith, her resolute and tall silhouette seemed to become a statue.
"We can't go further south; it's close to Antarctica. Beyond Somali waters, pirates lurk there all year round. No one ever comes out alive, and leaving through the Red Bay Strait means going into a desolate ocean for thousands of miles, it's courting death...."
The accompanying captain advised earnestly, finding this person too strange, always insisting on heading south, and soon they'd be out of the Red Sea and into Somali waters, where encountering Somali pirates would certainly mean death.
"I'll pay you extra." Helian Liusheng pulled out a square box from his chest and opened it, revealing real gold inside, so dazzling it almost blinded the eyes.
