Due to the small delay caused by handling Lemon's matters, by the time Aiven and his group arrived at the port, all the Academy cadets had already assembled and were lined up on the docks.
Even their nominal commander, Paul, was already one step ahead, standing at the forefront of the line, gazing at the distant sea. Today marked the collective operation for all the Navy Academy's short-term cadet trainees, and as the commander, he naturally had to be present at the front lines.
"Didn't hide this time, daring to show itself openly. Is it that strange-looking ship that gave it confidence?"
Through a monocular, Paul contemplated as he observed the large black ship drifting silently on the distant sea.
Tattered sails, charred hull, visible large holes on the side, eerie shapes glimpsed through the portholes, casting a blood-red moonlight, enveloped it in a thin red mist, resembling the legendary "Ghost Ship."
The cadets behind him naturally also saw the ship.
