Everything before him was so unfamiliar.
The Water Ghost dragged its weary body down from the deck; a long sea voyage, originally accompanied by five ships, now only two remained, with over hundreds of people perished at sea. This was the current situation.
The sea is dangerous, especially in an apocalyptic world like this. No one can clearly know what kind of monsters are hidden in the depths of the ocean!
The Water Ghost had seen whales the size of icebergs swim past and had heard some mysterious singing at twilight. Those songs seemed to possess immense magic power, driving the crew to sail forward. Of course, various indescribable things happened. The strangest was that it even saw a Ghost Ship.
It wasn't the usual steel-made ship but a wooden one, covered in moss and scattered with weapons. More eerie was the Skeleton flag raised above it.
