The passengers were growing increasingly concerned about the possibility of a sea monster in the area. One of the passengers suggested, "Let's ask Captain Marco about it. If there is a sea monster in the sea, it could be dangerous."

Raj, who had noticed the murky water, chimed in, "The captain is waiting for some people right now. He's usually busy around this time, and he has guards. Barging in will not help."

Cairo, Deniz and I exchanged glances as we realized Captain Marco had mentioned more discussion with him in his cabin. we rushed to the upper deck, and this time the guard let us in without hesitation.

We walked into the cabin and immediately asked Captain Marco about the murky water. We all asked at the same time.

Marco responded calmly, "Calm down and take a seat." We sat down,

"Murky waters have been the subject of rumors for some time now," he continued.

Some researchers have previously boarded this ship, and they believe that a disease is spreading among the whales in the area. The murky water is actually their excrement, which has been seen quite frequently. People in Mogadishu claim that people there have become ill after bathing in seawater. However, because it is still a matter of research, it is best not to draw any conclusions."

"I see," we all said at the same time. Then, Marco cautioned us not to dwell on the recent whale attack or other upsetting events, as doing so could cause seasickness. He asked if any of us had felt this way, and all three of us shook our heads in denial.

"It's critical to keep a positive attitude at sea," Marco advised, leaning in closer. "A clear mind can mean the difference between a smooth and rocky voyage. Let us now discuss Yang."

Captain Marco carried on, shifting the subject to Yang. However, he abruptly paused in mid-sentence and cautiously approached the cabin's door to see if any guards were nearby. He returned to us after confirming that the coast was clear.

"Yang is the Royal Commander in Axial Legion, the Imperial Legion's branch in Asia, just as Bramevaria operates in the Middle East," Marco went on to say. "Yang will be leaving the ship in Egypt, but I must admit, it's thanks to him that our ship survived today."

"Remember, Aries, it's critical that you avoid Imperial or bramevaria people on the ship. Everything we've planned could be jeopardized if they even get a whiff of your identities. Don't linger too long around them, okay?"

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I nodded and replied, "Got it, Captain. I'll be cautious and keep my distance."

Marco continued, retrieving a letter from his desk "It's important to keep in mind that we might face a delay in Acre. I received this letter some time ago when I was in India from a Ahmed Noble, and it seems that another conflict is brewing in the Balkans region. The European powers are getting entangled with the Ottomul Empire, you know, Greeks and such. The situation there is becoming increasingly volatile, so it's safer for us to wait until things cool down before proceeding."

My companions, Cairo and Deniz, shared my apprehension as they exchanged worried glances. Never knew things could get this much delayed before we reach Italy.

"What should we do in this situation, Captain?" Deniz asked

Marco sighed and leaned back, his gaze fixed on the letter. "For the time being, we'll stick to our plans, but we must remain vigilant." If the situation in the Balkans worsens, we may need to rethink our route or postpone our trip. We can't afford to get involved in a war, especially With you people in my care."

We continued to talk about our journey as we left Marco's cabin, The moon cast a soft glow on the ship's deck as the night fell around us. Sailors began to light lanterns, which cast a warm, flickering light on their surroundings.

We noticed Wilhelm sitting on the bowsprit, his gaze fixed on the starry expanse above, among the dimly lit deck. We rushed toward him, and I exclaimed, "Wilhelm!" He turned to face us, a warm and welcoming smile on his face.

"Ah, gentlemen from before," Wilhelm smiled as he greeted us, his eyes reflecting the glittering stars above.

"I really want to know how you're alive," I exclaimed. "You died right in front of us."

Wilhelm's smile remained constant, but there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor. "Well," he said, "I suppose I'll have to reveal myself, as you've caught me red-handed. It is I, Jason the Immortal," he said, casually ruffling his hair to the side. "In a nutshell, I am immortal."

For a brief moment, his words hung in the air. As we all tried to process the revelation, an awkward silence remained, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets.