Gathering

Somewhere in the Blind Sea.

An island, shrouded by the fog of the morning, appeared like a ghostly mirage on the horizon.

The calm waves gently lapped at the shore, creating an eerie yet peaceful atmosphere.

At the same moment, a fleet of ships cut through the waves and headed straight to the island, their white sails billowing in the air.

At the head of the ship, a man dressed like a pirate, with a cutlass dangling from his hip and a black eye patch over his right eye, looked over to the island.

"Stop right here!" Amor shouted to his crew and then headed to the starboard railing to get a better look at the surrounding ships.

He saw other ships stopping as well. They took small boats instead, with a group of ten men in each boat.

"Captain Amor, is this really the place?" A crewmate of his walked over to him and asked while looking at the island with a deep look.

This was a legendary location, after all.