Today’s weather at sea is rarely not sunny.

In such unusual weather, everyone didn’t stay confined in their cabins but went on deck instead.

Because in the Endless Sea, sunny weather is the norm.

And when encountering such unusual weather, there’s only one possibility; they’ve entered a certain area where some unusual phenomena might occur.

The main reason this time was that several people from Vastva had come aboard their ship.

"Is this what the sky outside looks like?" Raphael, stepping out for the first time, was curiously observing everything in this world.

If Jason hadn’t stopped her, Raphael might have fallen into the sea.

The gentle breeze here, the ocean, the sky, even the sun, and the floating clouds above.

All made her feel exceptionally close, these things used to be only found in books and histories, but now they had transformed from illusions in books to tangible reality.

Just like a fantasy brought into reality.

Not to mention, Raphael was the last remaining historian among the Vastva people.

A lot of knowledge Alka and the others obtained was with Raphael’s help in finding it, and she also clarified some unknown areas for them.

At this moment, a light mist began to rise over the ocean.

For the Endless Sea, this was a rare weather phenomenon.

"So is this the fog?" Raphael asked.

After all, there was no such thing in space, only eternal silence.

Chadite, who was beside her, nodded.

"How was this fog formed?"

"It’s caused by the gathering of water elements, mixed with some gaseous elements.

It could also be a peculiar weather phenomenon driven by the chaos of the surrounding environment, possibly triggered by Magic Power."

Lucilia, sitting on Alka’s shoulder, said.

Hearing this explanation, Raphael nodded in understanding, while Alka rubbed his forehead and looked at the sky.

Although it was entirely different from what he knew of his former world, this was the truth of this world.

"What’s that?" Raphael suddenly pointed to a black spot that appeared in the distant fog.

In the vast ocean, such a black spot was so conspicuous, so Raphael, who had been observing the sea surface, saw it instantly.

Upon seeing this black spot, everyone looked over immediately.

"Is it an island?"

"Is that what an island looks like?" Raphael asked with great curiosity.

Because of the fog, only the black spot was visible, and nothing else could be seen.

In these months at sea, they hadn’t approached any island.

It’s important to note that Raphael and the others had come outside with their membrane clothing when Alka and the others had already set sail from Southern Cross Island.

"It’s rare to encounter a Drifting Island; let’s go check it out." Alka thought for a moment and said.

Anyway, they needed supplies, it was a good chance to see if there were any materials they could gather in the morning to replenish their supplies.

Usually, because of time, Drifting Islands tend to have plenty of beasts and plants.

Even if there aren’t, they can collect the plants and take them into space for the Vastva people to make into nutrient solutions for emergencies.

No one objected.

After all, if speaking honestly, they had been sailing for several months, it was rare to see an island.

Everyone wanted to go ashore to relax.

This was what they often did when coming across deserted islands while drifting.

Alka patted the mast.

The Sound of Dawn understood Alka’s intention and began to turn the ship’s bow toward the direction of the black spot.

As the ship sailed toward the island.

The surrounding mist instead became denser, the increasingly dense mist, yet allowed them to see the outline of the island more clearly.

Such an anomaly was clearly not normal.

Feeling the ever-thickening mist and the increasingly clear island ahead, Alka reached out and grasped.

The ethereal white mist had already enveloped the entire ship.

"Ah, it seems we’ve won a prize." Alka couldn’t help but say.

This time they obviously encountered not a deserted island, but one with unusual forces.

Islands like this aren’t common, but since it’s a Drifting Island, someone will eventually encounter it.

It’s just uncertain how dangerous the island truly is.

Thinking of this, Alka couldn’t help but raise his head, glancing in Jason’s direction.

At this moment, Jason was highly sensitive to any gaze.

"What are you looking at me for? What I mentioned before wasn’t something like this; you can’t blame this on me." He hurried to clarify his position.

"I didn’t say you were at fault."

"Hmm, better be sure of that."

"Shall we go ashore?" Chadite asked.

Beside them, Raphael seemed to sense something was amiss and said, "Perhaps, we should leave. You can call me out the next time we find an island."

Alka shook his head, smiled, and said, "Why leave? Isn’t this the guidance of the sea?"

Hearing this, Pororo came up and gave a thumbs-up, grinning brightly.

"Well said, my brother."

Such legends have always circulated at sea.

When sailing, every Drifting Island you encounter is one you are destined to meet, a gift from destiny.

Embrace the gift and do not resist.

And a Drifting Island that’s evidently not deserted is to be fatefully encountered.

This is a theory that Alka and the others knew early on, and indeed most who navigate the Endless Sea believe in this rule.

Although this is merely an excuse to comfort oneself, allowing oneself in the loneliness and dangers of the sea to find solace in dire straits.