'That... What is that?!'
A bolt of lightning tore through the thick, dark clouds, illuminating the heart of the storm in the distance. It also lit up the Leonard's silvery-white hull, which was covered in golden patterns, and the pirates on deck, who stood as motionless as if time had stopped.
Ronan fought to suppress the terror in his heart. His narrow, triangular eyes were wide open, staring intently at the center of the storm—a place shrouded in darkness, savaged by gales, thrashed by monstrous waves, and wildly "cheered" by countless Deep Sea abominations.
As the core of the storm drew closer to the Leonard, a blurry silhouette gradually reflected in Ronan's eyes, and his heart sank completely.
On the Cordo Sea, legends of maritime taboos had always circulated. They were calamities that countless seafarers desperately avoided, and every ship's chart marked the known taboo zones. Steering far clear was the best choice.
