Twelve days passed in the blink of an eye. In front of the Via's route, the outline of an island emerged from the sea.
"Yarlin, there's an island in front." Fick, who was bored hanging on the mast, was the first to discover it. He shouted and slid down from the sail to the deck.
"I see it."
At the bow of the ship, Yarlin put down the fishing rod in his hand and stood up to look into the distance. He prayed silently in his heart, "I hope it's not a deserted island."
Almost at the same time.
In the ruins of Ravel Town, a young and thin body was dragging a corpse towards a deep pit that had been dug out. It was a pit used to bury corpses.
The corpse had long rotted, and the stinking shell was crawling with maggots and flies. He dragged the corpse over and over again, leaving a long trail on the ground.
The flies buzzed around him, landing on his dirty cheeks, his messy and stinking hair, and his bony chest and back.
He was wearing a pair of shorts that were either made of mud or cloth, and his upper body was naked. His face no longer had the youthfulness that a teenager should have. Under the filthy mud was a numb and dead face.
"Bang!"
In the pit that had long been filled with corpses, another corpse rolled into it. Layers upon layers of corpses were about to fill up the mud pit.
“212！”
A hoarse and dry voice sounded.
That was the number in the pit. A total of 212 corpses were piled up together.
"We're still missing some people. Their corpses were burned by the fire. You're the only ones left. Let's keep each other company." He scooped up a handful of mud with both hands and sprinkled it on the pit below.
"I'm the only one left!"
There were no tears in his eyes. He slowly got up and walked into the forest without looking back. It was time for him to look for food.
He was not a picky eater. There were many animals in the forest, and there were always some leftovers left behind after the prey of some large animals. The few crows hovering above his head were his guides. Even some insect corpses, grass roots, and leaves were part of his diet.
He was the only survivor of Ravel Town, and he had to live.
His name was Spartia, and he was an avenger!
… ….
The mast was lowered, and the anchor was dropped. The Via sailed in from the southwest of the island, and the blood-stained hull slowly docked on the shore.
A gentle breeze blew over his head, and a few seabirds were foraging for food on the shore. The air was calm and peaceful.
Yarlin stood at the bow of the boat and looked into the distance. On the opposite side of the beach was a dense forest that blocked his line of sight. He jumped down and stepped on the beach. The feeling of stepping on solid ground was so wonderful.
After 12 days of sailing on the sea, Yarlin still felt like he was seeing things in a blur. He hated the feeling of emptiness where everything seemed to be right in front of him but was actually out of his control.
A storm, a reef at the bottom of the sea, a cruising sea beast, or even an unexpected encounter with his peers or the navy was enough to bury him in the belly of the sea.
Ya Erlin bent down, allowing the warm sand to flow through his fingers. He squinted at the seabird in the distance. Squawk, squawk. The seabird stretched its neck and glanced over lazily. The two-legged creature didn't attract its attention.
"Not afraid of people?"
A playful smile appeared on Yarlin's face. He felt that luck was finally coming to him.
There were solidified bloodstains everywhere on the boat. There were also gold, silver, and seven transformed bodies that were pretending to be dead. The rest were scrapped in Via's desperate fight.
The Via had to be guarded.
The gloomy Fick and the resentful ship doctor were left on the boat. William jumped off the boat and explored the island with Yarlin.
Through the dense forest, a winding path came into view. They walked along the path, and soon the road became wider and smoother.
"Looks like there's a town on this island."
Ya Erlin's gaze followed the path ahead, and a cluster of buildings gradually became clearer. It was a cluster of square buildings that were about three stories tall.
Gradually, people began to walk on the land, and the noise reached their ears vaguely. Yarlin and William looked at each other, and involuntarily quickened their pace.
There was a short winding wall at the edge of the town. There were messy graffiti all over the wall. The two of them walked along the wall, and there were more and more people carrying goods around. The two of them did not attract any attention.
The stone wall at the entrance had not been repaired for a long time, and there were some traces of the violent sunlight. Some of the lime residue could be rubbed off with a gentle touch. Yarlin and William walked inside.
There were rows of houses and forks in the road. The shapes of the houses were strange. There were square, round, triangular, and irregular shapes. There was a dazzling array of different shapes. At first glance, it was obvious that this was not a well-planned town.
At most, it was a small town with some people.
It was just right for Yarlin.
Two hours later, Yarlin and William sat in a restaurant. The restaurant was not close to a market in the city. The two of them ordered some food, and it was quickly served. The portions were ample, and the two of them ate slowly together with malt wine.
There were men dressed as workers all around them. They were sweating profusely as they ate with their bellies exposed. At the same time, they were bragging loudly and chatting.
From their conversation, Yarlin learned that this town was called Quarry Town. The reason for this name was because there was a colorful stone mountain behind the town. There were colorful stones everywhere in the mountain, and the locals named these stones the colorful stone mines.
There were two quarry factories in the town, and most of the men were workers in these two factories. It could even be said that this town was built on these two quarry factories.
The locals were not very clear about the use of the colorful stone mines. They only knew that at the end of every month, some merchant ships would come here to transport the stones in boxes. From what they heard, it seemed that some large inland countries were very keen on using these colorful stones to pave and build roads.
Yarlin did not care about the truth of the colorful stone mines. He was just a little curious, but not to the extent that he cared. What he cared about was the merchant ships that would come here at the end of every month.
"There's about half a day until the end of the month." Yarlin had a plan in mind. He paid the bill with William and tipped the owner a little more. Then, he asked about the location of the hotels in the town.
The town was not big. There were a total of three hotels, located in the east, south, and center of the town. Usually, there were no outsiders staying here, except for the merchant ships that came at the end of the month.
Yarlin and William left and went to the hotel in the south of the town. That hotel was the closest to the Via.
The hotel was a small three-story building. At this time, most of the rooms were empty. When they arrived, the owner of the hotel was dozing off.
They asked for the two innermost rooms on the third floor. After checking in, they took the keys and went upstairs.
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