Mobydyck.

  A Legendary Weapon.

  The Harpoon of Final Death.

  Long ago, before the age of Pirate Kings, there was a sailor known as Nispriteus Goldylock the Noble Wraith, father of astronomy and the eternal explorer, a man cursed with immortality after offending the Goddess of the Eternal Fme and Silent Silence.

  He could not die, but neither could he live fully. No matter how deep the ocean, how fierce the storm, or how sharp the bde, death fled from him.

  He sailed the world endlessly, desperately seeking a way to end his cursed fate for centuries.

  One night, during a crimson eclipse known as the Moonless Drowning, Nispriteus ventured into the Abyssal Trench of Y’hermelquod, where no living soul had ever returned.

  There, he encountered a beast not born of flesh or time.

  A creature known to be borne from the abysmal depths and having sunk entire kingdoms to ruin and returned civilizations to the sea.

  A monster written in tales time and time again, recited to children in bed and repeated a thousand times around drunk campfires.

  Mobydyck, a pale, monstrous leviathan, neither whale nor demon but something in between.

  They battled for two hundred and nine days and two hundred and nine nights beneath the Pasafique and one the trench, where light does not tread and sound is devoured.

  Nispriteus was torn, crushed, and eaten again and again, but cursed as he was, he could not die.

  Finally, in a final act of defiance, Nispriteus plunged the sharpened shaft of his ship’s mast, imbued with every curse and prayer he had screamed into the void, into the creature’s weak point as revealed by the goddess... "Fyonzalq".

  It killed the tired Mobydyck, and in doing so, turned the broken mast into a divine weapon.

  But it did not end his immortality.

  Instead, the harpoon absorbed the concept of Final Death. It became possible the only known object in existence capable of killing anything, regardless of regeneration, invincibility, or fate itself.

  Nispriteus vanished after that. Some say he became part of the harpoon, that his soul fuels its power and some say that knowing the power of the harpoon, he killed himself or that the goddess finally forgave him.

  However one thing was widely known as so through the tales and myths that would follow after the final act of Nisprietus and the Vanquishment of the Great Evil, Mobydyck. The harpoon always returns, drawn to those who seek to kill the unkilble. Its feats as legendary as the leviathan, hence, honoring the name.

  Thomas Thompson spat out the toothpick in his mouth as he held the harpoon in his palms. This was the 108th time in his life that he was holding this weapon. He had often in his time with the Doomskull Pirates wondered why the harpoon was finally found after centuries of being believed to be lost and turned into pure legend.

  The man could only come to one conclusion and that was Captain Buckwick.

  In all the times Thomas had held this great weapon in his palms, grateful and in awe... one famous line would always run in the back of his head.

  'The harpoon always returns, drawn to those who seek to kill the unkilble.'

  Captain Buckwick probably had a vendetta against a terrifying entity.

  'I wonder what it did to provoke the captain's ire.'

  Nevertheless to say, Mobydyck was the greatest treasure acquired by the Ats on its voyages. It could even reverse a perfect immortal that could not die into a mortal if used as a final blow.

  No matter the situation, the struck would perish. Regardless of the entity or its power.

  This was a perfect weapon against sea monsters like the Kraken, which possessed a strong regeneration factor. Especially the Kraken, a species known for regenerating extremely quickly.

  Thomas gnced at the recovering Kraken and aimed the harpoon at the glowing ember eye of the gigantic squid.

  He needed to be swift. A dey would allow the Kraken to recover from its weakened state and return to its prime. Even a difference of a few seconds could change everything.

  Closing his eyes, he concentrated his mental energy in the middle of his forehead, where the gbel was, and offered a prayer to the merciful goddess, Fyonzalq. A ritual one had to follow to activate the weapon's ability.

  "O Divine Mistress of the Eternal Fme and Silent Silence,The Fire that burns with unyielding might,And the Stillness that consumes all sound,You who reign in both the warmth of life and the cold of oblivion,Ignite my spirit with your ceaseless bze,And calm it with your eternal silence.Grant me… a burning miracle!”

  The moment he finished, a dark red fme suddenly burst from his palm and enveloped the harpoon he held.

  The fme burned with a ferocity unlike any other and grew redder and redder until it transformed into a white ember burning at the tip of the harpoon.

  A pure fme that wriggled with divinity.

  Thomas turned around, and with a powerful flick, he threw the harpoon in the direction of the Kraken below.

  In an instant, the fming harpoon struck the sea monster's eye. Blood spshed everywhere as the needle-like weapon drilled inside.

  Before the Kraken could even fil in pain or experience blindness, its blood turned into smoke and the water around it into vapor.

  The harpoon sank deeper into the squid monster's body, and before anyone could comprehend, the creature's body burst into pure white fmes that began to devour everything. Every piece of the monster burned, turning into ash that dissolved into the murky waters of the Pasafique.

  Krakens often cut off their tentacles in advance when facing danger so they could regenerate from them. However, due to the special nature of the harpoon, even that wouldn’t happen.

  A rge number of sailors gathered on deck to perform the next step of the Kraken Hunting Operation. This involved pulling in the nets they had thrown beforehand the moment the sea monster appeared.

  The experienced sailors aboard the Ats had hunted quite a few Krakens before and knew how they behaved. For this reason, they had already positioned the nets to extract the Kraken’s tentacle.

  Soon, within a few moments, a gigantic tentacle appeared on the ship's main deck. The captain, seeing this, instantly instructed the cooks to start preparing the food.

  Some of the more newly recruited sailors were very exhausted, and dawn was about to break. Buckwick heaved a sigh of relief as he gnced up at the sky. The phantom moon was still there but not as visible as before.

  However, despite everything, Buckwick did not feel at ease. Everything had gone smoothly—too smoothly.

  His intuition had been screaming danger since st evening, and all the Ats encountered was a single Kraken… not even a monster from the deeper trenches or one from the abysmal depths.

  The tter was what he had been expecting. Honestly, Buckwick was disappointed. He rubbed his ears lightly. The wails of the ghosts had not disappeared but were starting to get louder.

  Through the cracks in the dark clouds, the first rays of dawn peeked through, shimmering the world in the brilliance of golden light.

  As the turbulent waves began to calm, the clouds cleared one by one. Buckwick grabbed his telescope to get a better view ahead, and needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised.

  Previously, the storm had blocked the view, but now he could see it clearly. In the far distance, a small, lonely isnd stood tall before his eyes.

  The moment he noticed the isnd, so did the other sailors, who erupted into cheers. "LAND AHOYYYY!!!! LAND!!!!"

  Buckwick smiled at his crew’s enthusiasm. It had been a long time since the crew of the Ats had walked on sand.

  However, his smile instantly disappeared. The wails of the ghosts had not vanished, despite it being dawn.

  Removing his eye patch, Buckwick gazed at the newly appeared ghosts in his view. They were fewer in number, but considering it was morning, there were still quite a lot of them. This was not only ominous but a little unnerving.

  Gncing at the sky, Buckwick noticed the moon had vanished into the light of the Sun, which bzed in a monotonous brilliance.

  Calcuting the intensity of the rays, Buckwick quickly observed the mood of the Sun. Squinting, he pondered as his arms rested against the helm.

  'The Sun is calm today.' This was unusual. Buckwick knew the Sun was rarely calm. It would be excited or happy most of the time.

  The moods of celestial bodies affected the world in different ways and influenced every existing factor.

  The Sun being calm also meant the ship would enter into a lull. Buckwick sighed as he stared at the isnd through his telescope.

  Just as he thought, the waves were beginning to turn ft like a pond, and the wind had entirely disappeared.

  Buckwick stared at the isnd with heavy eyes and muttered softly, "It is definitely not over." Raising his palm, he opened his fingers before closing them and sighing.

  'The treasure of Morgana must be on the isnd. So close, yet so far,' Buckwick was almost certain the world was not going to let him obtain the treasure.

  But he knew that the greatest of treasures came with the greatest of challenges, and to be a pirate meant voyaging on an unending adventure.

  As a Pirate King, he was not afraid of danger. He ughed in the face of it. It was what drove him and everyone else aboard—adventure and danger. This was certainly not the time to turn around and leave.

  He had confidence in his ability to sail through anything, unscathed. And that confidence came from experience, not talk.

  Shaking his head, he gnced at his ship, which had not moved an inch since they entered the lull.

  The isnd was far off in the distance, the wind was dead, and the night would be stormy. Buckwick was sure of it. A lull always preceded a storm.

  Manually asking the sailors to row the ship would simply be a waste of energy. They wouldn’t reach nd that way, nor could they escape the incoming storm by trying to sail away.

  So for now, the Captain of the Doomeye Pirates, the Master of the Ats, had decided that the best choice was to enjoy the delicious Kraken Fried Tentacles.