At dusk, the wind is calm, and the coral reefs, known as the Gates of the Furious Winds, are clearly visible under the setting sun.

Almost all ships will stay away from this dangerous sea. The grayish-black reef juts out haphazardly above the surface of the sea, but more is hidden beneath the surface, with sharp edges like the fangs of a beast that can easily tear through the sturdiest hull.

Near the southwest corner, a reef rises like a hill, and the two stone pillars on the top of the mountain, one high and one low, have been eroded by the sea breeze into strange shapes. The wind howls between the stone pillars, among the labyrinthine reefs, sometimes as fierce as ghosts, sometimes as majestic as dragons – no matter what the weather, the wind never stops.

Hence the name "Gate of the Furious Winds".

Below the surface, the sound of the wind became faint and muffled. In the shadows of the reef, the sunlight melts into the water, no longer so bright that it is difficult to look at directly, and the intoxicating golden red ripples in the clear water, like a fine wine that can be picked up by reaching out.

But this dreamlike beauty is a virtual scene of light and shadow. Complex and turbulent undercurrents...... or other forces that are invisible to human eyes, taking away the vitality that should be under the coral reef. The only fish Ed could see was a pale skeleton stuck in the reef, clean-brushed by the sea, with a gaping mouth full of sharp teeth, mutilated and twisted, like some kind of monster from another world.

"Shark!"

"Teeth are sharp!" Bomb told Ed, "It's a bit stupid, dolphins and killer whales never come near here...... Even birds don't nest in this hellish place!"

His eyes were not without fear...... It's more about the excitement.

A shadow fell. Ed looked up, and above him was a ship that had been shipwrecked at some point, crooked and half-sunk in the water, its broken and decaying hull as if it would fall apart completely in the next moment, but it showed a strange serenity.

Belong to the tranquility of death.

Ed let out a breath and looked in both directions. It's still a bit of an unbelievable sight – the Unicorn is encased in a giant bubble and slowly moves underwater like a big fish, its slender hull nimbly avoiding the nearby reef, as if it had life and intelligence.

From initial trepidation to now amazement, Ed was impressed by the Brie man at the helm – he steered the ship as if it were a part of his own body.

“...... How did you come up with that?" he asked.

"Bertram found a few drawings from the Keel. Bangbu didn't mean to hide it at all, in fact, he was so happy to finally be able to say it so generously and not hold it in his stomach.

"As shown on the picture, the Keel can sink into the water. He said, "What the ghost ship can do, of course the Unicorn can do!"

"No, we can't. Bertram paced, shaking his head and smiling wryly, "The Dragonbone doesn't rely on magic to move underwater...... Although it is somewhat with the power of the keel, it is completely different from the big bubble we have on the unicorn outsourcing. ”

The drawings he hastily grasped in his hand were not complete, and the Brie man, who was good at shipbuilding, could not fully comprehend the mystery for a while. They didn't have that much time to transform the Unicorn, so the little mage came up with the idea on a whim.

They only tried once or twice in secret. With Terry's power, the Unicorn couldn't last long underwater...... It was a breeze for Ed. But what Ed admired was that once it was certain that he could do it, Bertram would not hesitate to make the decision to enter the Gate of Fury from underwater.

They sank into the sea at a great distance. On a clear summer day, with a clear view of the sea, the pirates hiding here are bound to let their guard down, and they will never think that anyone will sneak into their feet like this.

And when Bertram came up with this bizarre plan, even though he knew the danger involved, none of his companions objected.

"It's going to be hard to get by!" Terry told them.

Bertram nodded—fortunately, they had gone deep enough.

Stallbel, who was following Terry, didn't look very good. From the beginning, he didn't approve of the hasty and crude plan, but once Ed nodded in agreement, he couldn't stand idly by.

He handed Ed a piece of paper, and the hastily drawn map was so crude that he could barely make out the outline, and among the scattered reefs, an overly conspicuous black dot marked their first target.

"I've only looked at that map once. "You can't go wrong with the approximate location...... Master Tumus had tried to close the rift, but had been unsuccessful......"

He paused, smiled self-deprecatingly, and told the truth: "No, he may be able to do it, but obviously, a rift that leads to the other world, but is not yet a threat to this world, is of great value to him for 'research'. ”

Stormel had never been against such recklessness, but his power was limited in the end—Wakefield Toombs was the master of the East Tower of the Archmage.

If Ed could really close it......

This is one of the reasons why he hesitated and still stayed.

"If you need me, please feel free to ask. He said.

Ed stared at the black dots on the map, and for a moment he was in a trance. He remembered the enchanting black flower of the Isle of the Holy Sepulchre, and the black slit in the heart of the flower—he had Iss teach him how to close the gap, intending to return there at the right time to dispel the fog of Collins...... But perhaps, there is nothing wrong with keeping it under the protection of the fog forever.

He looked up and stopped talking to Bertram.

He could see that, apart from Bertram himself, as well as Terry and Gishell, the rest of the ship was actually ordinary sailors, not daring adventurers...... But they have trust in each other, and a common, intense hatred.

He believed in the bravery and steadfastness they had born from this, but he also felt a faint uneasiness—their purpose seemed to be more than just to help him rescue his father, or to take every possible opportunity to teach Black Sail a lesson.

"All you need to do is find him and ask Terry to give me a message...... No, why don't you wait for me to come back?" he said.

His worried look may have been too obvious.

“...... What the hell are you worried about?" Bertram grinned, "Look, I'm not going to break the net with them, but I can bite if I can, and if I can't bite, I'll run away...... That's what we've always done – otherwise we wouldn't have survived to this point!"

Ed smirked. At this moment, he can only believe this sentence for the time being.