One hundred and twenty-three. It's foggy.

The ship was sailing at twelve knots, and it was estimated to reach the target waters in about an hour and a half, just when the sun would set.

If they could see the sun behind the clouds, that is.

Lu Li thought to himself as he forked up a piece of fish.

The flesh of the Silverback Fish was fresh and tender; the soup it cooked into was milky white. Lu Li did not like eating fish, as the bones could make eating inefficient, and choking on one was a major inconvenience—but Silverback Fish had no such worry, as there were no bones except near the fins and the skeleton.

Captain Rowe opened a bottle of treasured wine, swishing his glass as he enthusiastically introduced Silverback Fish to Lu Li, his captain's hat nowhere to be seen, revealing his brown hair tied in messy little braids.

After almost filling his stomach, Lu Li, who was radiating warmth, left the Captain's Cabin and came to the foredeck to gaze into the distance.