At the northern edge of the "Serpent of the World · Celestial Current" that encircles the entire world.
On an unnamed island not yet charted on the official maps of the Lighthouse Union.
The campfire crackled.
An unidentified fish longer than a human, skewered on a wooden pole, happily turned over the flames, sizzling with oil.
With slightly charred skin and pristine white flesh, its rich layer of fat released golden droplets that dripped into the fire, sparking embers and intensifying the tempting aroma.
Dusted with snow-white salt and spices secretly concocted by a Second Order Gourmet, everyone sitting around the campfire drooled with desire.
"It's done, dig in!"
A group of fierce pirates had been living on this small island for over a dozen days, with little concern for appearances.
But thanks to adequate supplies of freshwater, they remained relatively clean.
At the call to eat, they instantly grabbed the steaming fish in front of them and gobbled it down.
