Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates.
Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth!
”Thud.“
He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him!
However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own:
"The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil.
Spiritual sublimation commences!"


Gus's gaze swept past the pirate behind, the one with only eight fingers and a boarding axe on his back. It immediately focused on the young man in front who, unlike the typical image of a pirate, could be described as handsome.


Chapter 40 - Chapter 39: The Captain's Council, A Gathering of Storms