Merlin fell into deep thought. It sounded a bit far-fetched, but it was actually quite possible.
However, before reaching any clear answer, Merlin didn't want to jump to conclusions, so he kept reading.
["In the ninth year, I finally reached the northern waters. There was a mysterious island there, completely uninhabited. What was even more terrifying was the sight of human bones scattered along the shoreline. Could there have been a settlement here before? I didn't know, so I decided to press on with our voyage as quickly as possible. My gut told me something bad was coming our way."]
Merlin narrowed his eyes. The northern waters were among the most dangerous places in the world.
He had once read a book documenting the deaths of ship crews. It stated that the death rate in the northern waters was as high as 80%.
That meant that out of every ten ships passing through, eight were certain to vanish, sink, or disappear without a trace.
