This pirate only wants to farm.

Inside the meditation room of Storm's Fury, the middle-aged mage Daniel opened his eyes in alarm, breaking free from the positioning spell.

He stood up and stood there for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to open the door, because he knew that once he opened it, he would have to face the captain, the first mate, and the second mate.

The thought of those eyes that could devour a person alive sent chills down Daniel's spine, making him feel almost numb.

He had to think carefully about what he was about to say, because if he said the wrong thing, he might be executed or thrown into the sea to be fed to sharks.

The monk was precious, but he knew that the people on this ship had long since run out of patience.

Food was running out, and even Captain Julian only had two pieces of bread and three glasses of red wine a day.

If the captain is like this, then the sailors below him must be even more so.

Storm's Fury is terrible, absolutely terrible.

The people on this ship are already on edge. If even the slightest mishap occurs, everyone on this magical ship will collapse.

As the mage of this ship and the person in charge of the voyage plan, most of the things that happened on this ship can be attributed to him.

Daniel was speechless, but at that moment he knew that whatever he said would be futile.

After taking a few deep breaths, Daniel pushed open the door to the meditation room.

Before he could even speak, the second mate beside him glared at him with bloodshot eyes and demanded, "How far are we from our target?"

Daniel took a deep breath, but his voice was already trembling: "Less than 20 nautical miles away, right in front of us."

"However, the other side paused for about half a day, but has now started to set sail."

As soon as Daniel finished speaking, the air in the captain's cabin seemed to freeze, and a series of murderous gazes swept over him.

Daniel knew this was not a threat, but that these people genuinely wanted to kill him.

These days, Daniel doesn't even dare to leave the deck.

He feared that the sailors, whose eyes were already bloodshot, might concoct a non-existent accident at any moment and throw him into the sea.

Daniel knew he had to give these people good news.

He composed himself and quickly said, "However, when I cast the positioning spell, I also used Eagle Vision. Because we weren't very far apart, I saw that the place where they had been standing was actually an island."

"I guess the people on that ship were looking for supplies on this island, and since the island is quite large, I don't think their small ship could have taken too many supplies."

Daniel spoke extremely fast, as if he was afraid of being killed if he spoke too slowly.

Just as Daniel had expected, he had barely opened his mouth when he heard heavy breathing coming from the captain's cabin.

All eyes finally stopped on Daniel and turned to Julian, who was sitting at the captain's table.

Less than 20 nautical miles away, at the speed of the Storm's Fury, it would probably only take three hours to catch up.

However, if you do that, you will inevitably miss the island.

If the already devastated sailors were to see that they had missed the island and were heading straight for their target, it would be hard to say what would happen next.

A dramatic change is not impossible.

Julian raised his eyes, scanned everyone present, hesitated for a moment, and then gave the order: "Suspend the pursuit. We must go to the island to find supplies. We can't let our sailors continue to suffer losses. At least we need to fill their stomachs before we can continue our mission."

Hearing the captain give the clear order, the first mate and second mate breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out to start arranging manpower. They were genuinely afraid that the captain might do something irrational.

This was not because he suddenly changed his mind, but because Earl Morgan of the St. Mary had issued an ultimatum.

If the mission cannot be completed within 5 days, then Julian's time as captain is over.

Clearly, even the arrogant and overbearing Earl Morgan is not in a much better position now.

Even if they get close to the edge of the windless sea, how much profit can those poor pirates, who can barely feed themselves, squeeze out?

The cannons on the St. Mary were a level above those on the Storm's Fury; whether a single shot would even yield any supplies was another matter entirely.

After witnessing just how barren this place was, no one believed that these pirates could have much of a supply, and they understood why even merchant ships were unwilling to pass through the Calm Sea.

Other seas may be too dangerous to be deserted, but the Calm Sea is truly impoverished.

All of this stemmed from their lack of understanding of the Windless Sea, leading them to arrogantly believe that possessing a magical warship would allow them to roam freely across this vast ocean.

Julian was under too much pressure from Count Morgan; he couldn't find peace until he completed his task.

Under immense pressure, Julian's current state of mind is easy to imagine. Yet, he is still able to make rational judgments, which is enough to demonstrate his professionalism as a captain.

In fact, Julian himself also breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He no longer cared about the captain's identity or anything like that, because he realized that whether these people could even survive and leave the Windless Sea was a mystery.

If they don't get enough supplies on this island, even if they manage to capture that woman, how will they get out of the Windless Sea?

Does that mean we should chase after them and then come back to find supplies?

This distance may seem like only 20 nautical miles, but the other side isn't just waiting for them without moving an inch. A round trip could take an hour, and if a battle breaks out, it could drag on for a day or two.

Julian knew that their mission had actually failed.

Just as the Storm's Fury began its mobilization, the ship finally slowly approached the small island.

At that moment, all the exhausted sailors cheered. They had finally seen land, they had finally seen hope for survival. Surely they could find enough supplies on such a large island.

Julian, his eyes bloodshot, gave the order: "First mate and second mate, lead your respective boatswains to the island to collect supplies. We will rest here for three days."

At that moment, the second mate came over and asked in a low voice, "Captain, what should we do with that ship that's been watching us?"

Julian glanced in the direction of the small boat, then chuckled coldly, "Don't worry, these little fry wouldn't dare mess with Stormfury. If they dare, let them taste Stormfury's cannons."

"Only 10 people will remain on the ship now. The rest of you will go to the island to search for supplies. Assuming that the Storm's Fury can be supplied for half a month, each of you can keep 30% for yourself."

Little did they know that aboard the Scholar not far away, old Tony watched the small boats desperately making their way to the island and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Are all of them this brave?"

P.S.: Holy crap, I just posted a draft. Refresh if you see any problems.