"No wonder they forbid electrofishing; this scene is truly horrific. This isn't just about keeping a family together anymore. Surely, an entire group of Man-Eating Pomfret, young and old, hasn't just gone extinct?"
Byron wasn't lost in the worshipped and revered looks from his companions.
It was only after he looked back at the Sailing Logbook, and realized that the histories of the 'Black Coffin' and the 'May Wind' had ceased from that point on, that he finally took a deep breath.
The kill record for the octopus warship smoothly fell into his hands, and a spot for "immunity" was finally secured.
A flock of chattering Storm Elves didn't need commanding as they swiftly burrowed into the mostly cooked captain's quarters of the 'May Wind'.
They worked together to carry out a gleaming gold Compass and handed it to Byron.
