Black Sail

Through Ben’s information, Liszt learned that Doringger had a Giant Tower Ship, which was one of his dominations in the East Sea.

The sailing log was absolutely impossible to be wrong, and together with Fuma Keqing, there were a total of sixteen ships here, with no deviation from the course.

That simply couldn’t be an island.

In an era without radio communication, the exchange of messages between the ships in the fleet was mainly carried out through signal flags.

That is, with one striking flag in each hand, though the principle was not clear, red and yellow were the most eye-catching colors. The signal flag signals were all composed of hand flags stitched together from these two colors, expressing different meanings under different gestures.

Liszt had never expected that before he returned to Heaven Port, Doringger would come to block him. He hastily passed down the order, instructing the ship’s signalman to wave the flags to the sail battleship, that it wasn’t an island but a moving fortress; all ships were to turn left and avoid it by a wide margin, under no circumstances to make contact.

He himself was not idle either, climbing up the sail ropes with hands and feet, and through the telescope, he checked the response signals from the other ships.

Fortunately.

Taylor’s subordinates were all professionals, and the sailors were all seasoned, not prone to make basic mistakes. Their lookouts had spotted the signal, the signalman there was also sending back flag signals, and they were already taking evasive action.

Even so, the tension in Liszt’s heart didn’t ease. The distance was too far to tell the size, but it was certainly of a monstrous caliber, several times larger than Earth’s aircraft carriers at least.

Such a large size would undoubtedly mean slow sailing speeds; sails alone certainly couldn’t propel that thing. Even if it had hundreds of square sails, they could only serve as an auxiliary power source; the fuel they would be burning had to be Demon Crystals.