"The pirate ship is approaching quickly."
The exploration vessel sailed in silence towards the southwest, the ever-intensifying flashes of lightning nearly drowning out the roar of the waves. Even two people in the cabin wanting to chat face to face had to shout loudly to be heard by each other.
On the other hand, Ian, who held the Silent Sound Ring, after a slight adjustment, could shield all external sounds, only allowing the voices of people within its range to be heard.
At this moment, with the feedback from the Silver Chip, he had already noticed that the distant Pirate Fleet had started moving.
The Natives were probably closing in as well, albeit perhaps at a slightly slower pace.
Of course, Shasha was approaching too.