Although they successfully avoided the stench of the boned glue monster's body, the Conch had no choice but to be stained with terrible bad luck. First, the ship's hull was battered, squeezed, twisted, and burned, leaving it in a state of disrepair. The wooden boards used as patches on the ship were almost all used up to keep it afloat on the sea. Then they encountered a seven-day windless weather, the air seemed to be frozen, and even the sea surface was like a mirror without waves. The small ship could hardly move in such conditions, relying solely on the Magic Wind released by Lynch for power.
"Luckily, we have a mage on board." After experiencing the battle of life and death together, many crew members accepted this fact. "It's much better than ending up swallowed in that monster's belly. Just hope the mage doesn't use us for any experiments." Many thought so.
