Their ship sailed through the mist, and soon they saw the clear outline of the island.
This island was much smaller than they had imagined. Alka looked at it and felt it was only about twice the size of his hometown, Golden Wheat Island, the kind you could see across at a glance from the shore.
As the Ghost Ship approached the shore.
Alka and the others saw floating ghosts, moving skeletons, and bodies resembling mummies.
These skeletons and zombies were all dressed in normal clothes, and they didn't even carry any weapons in their hands.
"You damned guys, what are you doing coming ashore? Weren't you supposed to drift at sea forever?"
A leading skeleton said, holding an old fishing rod in his hand.
"None of your damn business, you fishing freak. I'll come ashore if I want to!"
Facing this skeleton, the captain caught in Alka's hand directly cursed back.
"Oh my, you've run into some tough nuts, having your head squeezed by someone else, it's hilarious, hahahaha."
