They drifted on the sea for another day, during which Phil Gray summoned Frank again and even sat on the back of a white shark to catch a few octopuses.
"That's... oh my god, how did that person get onto the back of the white shark!"
"Really? Let me see..."
"Is that a person? What's next to him?"
Three medium-sized passenger ships were left behind by Phil Gray. The passengers sitting by the windows admiring the scenery were all amazed and curious about the man who used a white shark as a mount.
"I need to become invisible. It seems you're on the right track; there are definitely more and more ships around here." Frank floated beside him, his body slowly disappearing from sight.
"Mr. Frank?"
"Yes, I can still communicate with you."
“We’ll be there soon; I can already see the outline of the island.”
The great shark accelerated, charging headlong towards the rolling islands.
“Let’s find a secluded corner to get ashore,” Phil Gray suggested.
They went far around the place where the ships were moored and found a secluded coastline.
"Alright, your mission is complete." Phil Gray patted the white shark's head, then lightly leaped onto the beach.
Frank's figure reappeared. He smiled, and black light appeared in his palm. The white shark's chaotic eyes cleared, and it bared its teeth at the man and ghost on the shore, angrily splashing the waves, but it was powerless against them and could only leave.
Goodbye, little shark.
Frank burst into laughter.
This is Malu Island.
Phil Gray had a sense of unreality; he had thought they would soon set foot on the island and find Patrick, but instead, they experienced a series of events along the way.
Next time, I should pray properly to Monya, the god of travelers, before setting off.
Malu Island is a large island in the Kolo Archipelago, which also includes some smaller islands around it. Further south is Lanit Island, another island in the Kolo Archipelago, which is famous for a precious spice.
As for the pirate islands that Captain Jeremy, who disappeared a year ago, was heading to, the islands of Vane are located further south, roughly in the southwest.
As Phil Gray looked into the distance, dense jungle obscured his view, and he could hear birdsong coming from within. He sensed the vibrant life force of this island.
Compared to the houses that can be seen everywhere on the western continent, this island is full of natural charm.
"How can I find those tobacco dealers?" he frowned in thought. Right now, asking the island's residents might yield some clues.
I should have made a map of the island beforehand.
After walking for about half an hour, he heard a series of shouting and cursing sounds. It was clearly different from the common language of the Western Continent and was probably a local dialect.
He stood under an oak tree, carefully observing the movements over there.
"Huh? Can you understand the natives here? I can. Languages in the world follow certain rules. Although I've never been to this island, I studied them back when I was still in the Land of Wisdom." Frank looked at Phil Gray, seemingly waiting for him to ask him to translate.
Phil Gray smiled slightly, "I can understand it, and I've studied it."
He was given a golden finger by the god of fate; he could understand all the languages and dialects in the world.
"I don't believe it. You're so young, and you're not some kind of genius. This is your first time here. How could you possibly understand?" Frank looked at him with an expression that suggested he was bragging.
"He's saying, 'You brat, you're a jinx. Not only did you kill your parents, but you also caused your sister to be kidnapped by those plantation workers. Now nobody cares about you anymore. You should start over and have a better life next time...'"
Phil Gray's eyes suddenly lit up. He pushed aside the falling vines and bushes and rushed toward the source of the sound.
The boy's sobs grew weaker and weaker.
"stop!"
The blade of fate grazed the man's face, leaving a bloody mark. The man winced in pain, touching his cheek, and released the boy from his grasp.
The boy's face was flushed red as he gasped for breath, never having felt death so close.
"Who are you? Mind your own business, you whore!" The man glared angrily at Phil Gray, cursing him with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
The man was an ordinary person who did not see the source of the flying blade. He was clearly unaware of the consequences of provoking a god-favored being.
With his chest heaving, Phil Gray threw dozens more blades, each one precisely slicing into the man's hands and feet. One of the blades seemed to have a mind of its own, severing the man's tongue as he opened his mouth in disbelief.
He lay on the ground groaning in pain, his eyes filled with terror.
Phil Gray was about to ask what was going on, but the man's attitude didn't seem like that of a good person.
He looked at the boy who was hiding in fear to the side, "Don't worry, can you tell me why he wanted to kill you?"
After he spoke, he was afraid that the boy wouldn't understand, because although he could understand the local dialect, he couldn't translate his own words into the dialect.
To his delight, the boy actually knew the common language of the Western Continent.
"Big brother, thank you, sob sob, he's my brother-in-law. He sold my sister to Jonas's plantation, where he abuses me every day, and today he's going to kill me..." the little boy sobbed as he answered, his dirty face bearing several tobacco burn scars.
“Your brother-in-law is a scoundrel! How could he do this to you and your sister? Do you even know where Jonas’s plantation is?” Phil Gray asked in a deep voice.
The little boy replied, "It was a large tobacco plantation. It's said that the workers there were forced or trafficked there, and they lived in very poor conditions and were often abused."
How is your sister doing? Do you have any way to contact her?
“I can’t get in touch with them. I’m afraid to go to the plantation. I’m afraid they’ll capture me and make me a slave.” The little boy shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
He didn't know if this Jonas Plantation was the same plantation that had captured Patrick and his gang, but he wanted to see it even if there was only a sliver of a possibility.
Phil Gray wiped away the little boy's tears. "You just saw what I did. I'm not an ordinary person. I can help you find your sister. Can you take me to the Jonas Plantation?"
The boy looked at him in surprise, his teary eyes shining with light. "Really?" But then he lowered his head. "I know the general direction, but not the exact location. The village chief knows. He often associates with the people from those plantations and also sells people from the village to the plantations."
“It’s alright, take me to your village chief,” Phil Gray said in as gentle a tone as possible.
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