"Found them?"
Black Jack struggled to sit up, rubbing his head. "Where?" he asked, his voice heavy.
Beside him, Yuan opened his eyes as well. He pushed away the cask he was clutching and stared coldly at the newcomer.
Waleed glanced at the dozens of empty casks scattered around the two of them and couldn't help but swallow nervously. 'These two are both absolute monsters,' he thought, 'in terms of strength and drinking capacity.'
"On Dakman Island. The signalman over there just sent a report. Said they saw Red-Hair and the *Ronan* dock first thing this morning. They're probably resupplying."
"Dakman?"
Black Jack glanced at Yuan, then stood up and surveyed the calm sea. "Tell the Second Officer to change course. Target: Dakman Island..."
"Right!"
Waleed scrambled toward the helm of the five-masted sailing ship without a moment's hesitation, as if afraid that if he were too slow, he'd be roped into a drinking contest or a duel.
"How long until we reach Dakman Island?"
