Chapter 207: CCVII. Triumph
Nine days later.
November 27.
The SS Fuma Keqing Revenge had already sailed into the territorial waters of Heaven Port.
A beam of red lighthouse light, misleading passing ships to run aground, swept around as if calling from the edge of the world.
Shipwreck Bay had been reached.
Acting as the temporary helmsman, Claude also deftly turned the helm to the left.
The vertical coordinate of Heaven Port was higher than that of Londen City, and even at noon, the sky was obscured by a thick layer of leaden haze, allowing not even a beam of light to penetrate, only scattering behind the grey clouds.
Feathery large snowflakes drifted in the slow wind, all pirates had thickened their clothes with only cheap, tattered fluff or tweed coats.
Meredith held her hands together and exhaled a warm mist for warmth, under her constitution trained with a special Magic Method, the plaster had already been removed.
The gloomy deep blue sea floated with swollen shipwrecks and decayed, rotten furniture, like wandering lost souls.
Then, a breathtaking sight was seen.