This pirate only wants to farm.

The torrential rain washed over the deck of Storm's Fury, but even such a downpour seemed insignificant in the face of this massive magical warship.

However, the pale-faced sailors had to clean up the water on the deck, a task that even magical warships could not avoid.

Captain Julian of the Storm's Fury was in his cabin with a monocular telescope, gazing at the faint silhouette of a ship beyond the rain curtain behind him.

Although the small boat was nothing more than a mosquito in the face of the storm's fury, it pierced Julian's eye like a nail.

Julian pursed his slightly dry lips and asked the person in the mage's robes beside him, "How much longer until we catch up with that target?"

The middle-aged monk's lips moved for a long time before he finally spoke, "It will take about 10 more days."

Julian, who had been able to remain calm, suddenly had bloodshot eyes upon hearing the news. Even though he tried his best to control his emotions, his breathing became rapid.

"10 days?"

"You told me a few days ago that it would take 10 days, and now it still takes another 10 days."

"You think I'm easy to talk to, don't you?"

The middle-aged monk was frighteningly pale, his fingertips trembling. He hurriedly explained, "This..."

"Captain, it's not that I miscalculated. It's just that the other ship is also moving forward, and the heavy rain is affecting the Storm's speed. I didn't expect the rain to keep going on like this."

Although Julian was furious, he knew that what the other party said was true.

The Storm's Fury is an advanced magical warship, a large warship that Emperor Oren built with the full resources of the nation, consisting of only two vessels.

However, while the Stormfury could travel on the open sea without sails, it still needed ocean currents as part of its power.

They set off full of confidence, thinking that the magic warship could sail freely on the windless sea, but they did not expect that there was almost no current in this sea area.

It's as if this ocean has been dead for a long time.

This made Stormrage feel like it was stuck in a quagmire.

The Storm's Fury could only slowly sail through these waters thanks to the ship's power and the supply of magic stones.

The magic warship is good, but it's too heavy. Even with its magical power, it can't move quickly across this sea.

If speed was a quagmire slowing down Stormfury, then the problem of supply was a sword hanging over their heads.

The larger the ship, the more manpower is needed for maintenance, not to mention that the Storm's Fury is a magical ship.

There were more than 100 people on the ship, and the supplies they consumed every day were astronomical.

Julian forcibly suppressed his anger; the fact that he managed not to vent his anger on others was a testament to his pride as a nobleman.

All he wanted now was to finish this mission as soon as possible and return to the turbulent and unpredictable sea.

This was the first time Julian had ever longed for that capricious sea, the sea that filled him with a desire to conquer. But this windless sea seemed to have been dead for a long time. The longer he stayed here, the more he could feel the breath of the dead seeping from the cracks in his bones.

Perhaps the silence had been too long, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere on the Storm's Fury. After a long while, Julian finally spoke, asking, "How are the sick sailors?"

The first mate on the other side said, "One-third of the sailors have lost their fighting ability, but the condition is not serious. Fortunately, there is a pharmacist on board, so we can barely keep them from deteriorating further."

Julian frowned. "What about the priests?"

The first mate wiped the sweat from his brow, his face contorted with bitterness. "You know perfectly well what kind of attitude those people at the church have. Getting them to treat us is already quite a feat..."

Julian clenched his fists tightly, feeling the stinging pain in his palms. He had never felt so frustrated before.

This inexplicable disease, the already precarious supply lines, and that goal that seems to have no end in sight...

Perhaps sensing his captain's rapid breathing, the first mate hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Captain, should we inform the Saint Mary and ask them to send some supplies over?"

Julian took a deep breath and shook his head: "If our situation is this bad, then the situation on the Saint Mary isn't much better."

"You know how tough Lord Morgan is. If we ask for help now, we'll be on the execution rack when we get back."

"You don't actually think we deployed these two magical warships just to capture a little girl, do you?"

"This is not just an operation, but a stage for His Majesty to demonstrate his power."

"The Earl of Morgan will not allow us to have even the slightest flaw."

Julian knew more than the others and was well aware of the inside story of the arrest.

This was less of an arrest and more of a power grab, as it concerned whether the Imperial Navy could ever return to His Majesty's hands.

Magic warships cannot have any defects; only in this way can the Imperial Navy be prevented from being gradually eroded.

However, if the magical warships fail to demonstrate the power to rule an area of ​​the sea, then it proves that the warships built by His Majesty with the full strength of the nation are nothing more than pretty toys.

Everyone in the empire's upper echelons knew that capturing Elizabeth was just a pretext; the real purpose was to find a suitable stage.

The Sea Without Wind is a stage that seems less dangerous but is quite suitable.

Unfortunately, the people of the Empire seem to have underestimated the dangers of the Windless Sea.

Julian, of course, would not voice such bitterness.

And he, the person specifically in charge of the pursuit, seemed to be doing the easiest task. Capturing a little girl was much safer than clearing out the pirates on the outskirts, right?

The first mate, noticing the captain's bitterness, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Captain, since that's the case, why don't we deal with the pirates nearby first and get our supplies from them?"

"As long as we have enough supplies, we will be able to complete the mission sooner or later."

"And no one will say anything about dealing with those pirates."

Julian felt even more bitter. He looked in the direction of the small boat he had just seen: "So what do you think that boat I was looking at was doing?"

"Those clever little dwarfs were clearly sent by the pirates to keep an eye on us, to warn any pirates who might enter our firing range."

"If we can't get rid of them, we'll never be able to get supplies from those pirates. They know the Windless Sea better, and they want to wear us down here."

These words left the first mate speechless. Those small boats could use their oars to quickly move away from the firing range, but we had no way to catch up.

This has become an unsolvable problem.

After a long pause, Julian took a deep breath:

"I hereby issue my order: all daily supplies will be halved until we leave the Windless Sea."

"While we're at it, we should also search for any islands that might be nearby; we must gather as many supplies as possible."

"Yes, Captain!"

"Yes, Captain!"