Novel & Cerita Blackbeard Sailing Club

Inside, Zeke and Sebastian pored over maps of the South Pacific. “Judging by the signal coordinates, Black Wolf Fortress’s new base must be on this crescent-shaped island.” Zeke tapped the map. Sebastian studied the terrain. “The island is surrounded by reefs. The battleship won’t be able to get close. When the time comes, I’ll take a speedboat in myself.” “I’ll go with you,” Zeke offered. “No. You’ll stay back for support.” They had already settled their plan when a sailor rushed over. “Mr. Vanderbilt, there are multiple vessels ahead. Likely Black Wolf Fortress ships. They’re demanding we stop!”

From the records of the ship's logs: «From a distant, mariners always saw the shrouded in fog Black Cliff, as an ominous place, hovering above the earth in gloomy clouds. The captains kept their ships away from this damned cliff, fearing to run into prickly reefs and die before they wake from the terrifying collision. There were rumours that the Black Cliff has always been the refuge of the sea sorceress, however, no one has seen her for many years, and talks about her still continue to roam the lands of Sorfmarán. Local old-timers still remembered the sorceress's order: "When taking gifts from the sea, express gratitude and do not offend the dark waters with the guts of the dead."