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... stern curving high, glided out.

A figure clad in a tattered black robe stood at the bow, holding a brightly glowing white Whale Oil Lantern, and casually waved at them.

"HISS—!"

The wet, cold, fishy, and salty sea breeze slapped their faces, persistently burrowing into the pirates’ collars and the very seams of their bones.

Everyone was affected by the eerie atmosphere, reminiscent of the ferryman of the Nether River. They stood rooted to the spot, not even darin ...

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