Vivi manned the helm. Her long ivory coat danced in the wind coming from Captain Sparrow, who blew the sail pushing the small ship forward. The air in his lungs mixed with the mana swirling within his body, creating a powerful gust of wind whenever he blows. Most Captains can do this, as they trained at an early age holding their breath underwater and blowing down houses made of straw.

It was a spectacle to watch for those new to the shore. But blowing such powerful winds would be disrupted for the other ships entering or exiting the pier, even those docked on the pier were not safe from the strong wind. And the foul smell of the Captain's breath was also devasting.

Two magical shields were needed during exiting and entering the dock to funnel the wind forward instead of letting it disperse. This takes two men, but Sun could the job just as well. Meanwhile, Shuja was standing on the figurehead, a large mermaid head playing the flute. She covered the blind spots of the ship, making sure it doesn't get scratch.

Sparrow and Vivi were surprised to see the two noble bloods adapt so quickly in the sea. Especially for landlubbers like them. Little did they know, the two practiced with the Zackons tribe in preparation for the journey.

But what was most surprising was the fat lard they were forced to carry with them. Truth be told, the ship's carrying capacity was far greater than one would expect, even for a ship of its kind. But to go faster, the lighter the ship, the better. This is why they left the two contracted sailors on the docks with Barbara. They waved bye at them as they sail away from the pier.

Before they left, the two sailors were going to pull the anchor but got stuck on the cement foundation underwater. Normally, the dockworkers will come and swim beneath the ship to break the cement. However, Borvo stepped in. His fat was hiding power beyond any of them could imagine. Borvo pulled the anchor effortlessly. It was a feat few sailors could claim.

For a moment, he earned Sparrow's respect, but that respect did not last long. Once they exited the pier and into the open water, Borvo fell on his knee and regurgitated his lunch on the side of the ship. Captain Sparrow could not believe his eyes. He has stained the White Pearl's image. "What the hell?" Sparrow jumped down from the helm deck. "What's wrong you?"

"Sorry, not use to the water." Borvo tried to get back on his feet, but the ship's motion made him lose his balance. "Our ships supposed to rock back and forth so aggressively like this?"

"Well, maybe if you got here on time, you would be on a larger ship. And won't have to deal with your motion sickness."

Sun stepped in and helped the poor kid up. "Hey, you ok?" Sparrow walked away to grab and something to wipe away the nasty vomit. Sun also respected Borvo after showing his amazing strength. Sun could see through him, and he knew it was not mana that got the anchor free but his sheer muscles alone. He was like Rock, in a sense, born to be large and strong.

Sun placed Borvo's arm over his shoulder and carried him back to the ship's quarters. While they were walking, Borvo's belly began to growl. "I'm hungry," He said shamefully. It seems that his appetite was also similar to Rock.

"We'll get you something to eat." Sun helped him get on his hammock. His wife, Cirona, was on the other side of the room arranging their bags. Sun walked up to her and asked if they brought any snacks to eat. She politely nodded and took a loaf of bread and a container of butter. "Your wife doesn't talk much." Sun told Borvo, "Cat got her tongue?"

"Hahuhuhu," Borvo laughed, "No, she's just very shy. But she's slowly removing the shell around her after her etiquette training. I still feel bad. I didn't want her to go through so much trouble, but fate had it that I inherit my King's throne. Honestly, we are living in confusing times."

"Confusing times? Say, where do you come from."

"I'm from the Iric Isles. A war broke down between two families that eventually brought the entire island into war. After the war, the prince electors voted me to be the new heir."

"They voted for a king?"

"Yeah, we're an elective monarchy. Anyone in the royal family can be a candidate, and since I never participated in the war, they saw me as the safer option. I rejected it at first, but they kept insisting. And what else can I do. I'm an unlanded son. I have no power to reject their wishes."

The door opened, and Shuja rushed inside the quarters. She ran to a bucket and started vomiting. "Shuja!" Sun gave Borvo the bread and butter. "I'll be right back."

Borvo watched Sun consult Shuja. He smiled, knowing that they were kind people, that cared deeply for each other. He's been surrounded by deceivers for most of his life. Even after leaving the island, he got tricked by his guide and abandoned by his knights. And he could not help but think he was meant to die on the way to the exam. An assassination attempt on his life by his cousins, the ones to gain the most if he were to die.

But becoming King was also a blessing. Borvo hated violence and conflict. His island suffered so much during the civil war and invading armies that took the opportunity to ransack the countryside. If he becomes King, he can help the downtrodden. Heal the sick and feed the poor. And maybe Sun could help him.

Sun came back carrying Shuja behind his back. "The Sparrow dude got so mad when I puked on the girl statue head in front of the ship. Didn't think I had so much inside me?" Shuja proudly said.

"I just hope he's not too mad." Sun dropped Shuja on the hammock. "Just lay there till we get the Womva Isla. I'll go back out to apologize to the guy. Don't want him to turn the ship around."

Borvo turned his attention to Shuja. Once Sun left, Borvo asked Shuja what kind of man Sun was. "He's a great man. Both smart and reckless. He's also kind and," Before she could finish, a loud explosive sound exploded outside. The three rushed outside and saw a giant shark thrice the size of the ship leap towards them.

Captain Sparrow pulled reloaded his Swivel cannon to take another shot, but Sun stepped in with his black blade. "I got this!" He yelled. Sun raised his sword, "I've been working on a new astral technique. Thirty Ton Black!" He slashed the air in front of them while the weight of the sword's tip increasing exponentially as it traveled downward.

A large gust of wind was launched out from his sword like a slingshot, and the mana engulfing the wind was as black as the blade it came from. And when it reached the shark, it passed through its body, from head to its tail. Its body sliced open and fell in the waters before it could even touch the ship.

Everyone was shocked to witness such an amazing display of power and mana control. Borvo stood there with his mouth open. Shuja looked back and Borvo and leaned into his ear. "And he is terrifyingly strong." She smiled then returned to her hammock.