novelraw Chapter 320: The South Seas Blockade, Only One Possibility: Armed Conflict
Chapter 320: The South Seas Blockade, Only One Possibility: Armed Conflict
The eastern sky gradually turned pale.
On the horizon where the sea and sky merged, Sylvester Cloud lazily adjusted the yacht’s direction before sprawling on the deck. While watching the playful dolphins chasing each other, he crossed his legs and poured himself a glass of red wine.
To have the heavens as a roof and the earth as shelter, with the world so quiet it felt like he was the only person left—a feeling like this was simply too good. Sylvester squinted and thought to himself, no wonder Second Uncle had been drifting at sea for months on end these past years.
"Second Uncle, I’m almost at the agreed location. Where’s your boat?" Sylvester asked as he drank his wine, calling his Second Uncle.
"Just saw a wounded dolphin, got delayed a bit," Second Uncle’s voice was steady and calm. He was simultaneously instructing his crew on how to treat the injured dolphin, while making his way toward the meeting spot to pick up Sylvester.
Sylvester’s yacht couldn’t venture too far into the open sea, especially this time as he was heading to Solitary Isle. Not only was the location remote, but there were also many treacherous undercurrents. It had to be a rugged and sturdy seafaring vessel captained by experienced sailors to make the journey safely.
Looking through his binoculars for a while, Sylvester finally spotted a sea boat with the Silencer emblem. Standing on the deck was his Second Uncle, Sylvester Cloud, wrapped in a thick robe, his beard long enough to braid.
The man performed a nimble flip, jumped up, and casually waved his hand. When the sea vessel approached and docked steadily, Sylvester abandoned his yacht and, with eyes gleaming, climbed aboard the Silencer.
Sylvester Cloud’s fleet consisted of three ships and eleven crew members, all maritime adventurers from various corners of the globe.
A group of men of different skin colors and races gathered together, communicating seamlessly in English, even though their accents varied widely. Sylvester distributed the fine wines he’d brought from his yacht to the crew members one by one, quickly forming a camaraderie with them.
After sailing for over an hour, Sylvester Cloud received news of a sea blockade. Not just the Silencer—it seemed all vessels within the South Sea region had received the blockade notification, ordering ships to halt and prepare for inspection on the spot.
Sylvester Cloud’s face, partially obscured by his bushy beard, showed a trace of contemplation as he issued the assembly signal.
"Second Uncle, what’s going on?" Sylvester and the others arrived in the command room, and upon seeing the satellite map dotted with flashing red points across the entire area, his expression changed slightly as he asked.
"The sea’s been blocked," Sylvester Cloud stated plainly while studying the maritime routes. Noticing that the nearest vessels belonged to the Cloud Family, he sent them a signal.
Sylvester’s trademark carefree smile disappeared, and his face darkened: "A sea blockade? That’s impossible."
In the South Sea, a blockade could mean only one thing: armed conflict.
Sylvester Cloud’s expression also grew grim. Though his fleet was equipped with defensive weapons, it was no match for the military’s force.
Such a massive operation clearly signified something of immense importance had occurred.
"Ahead is the Cloud Family fleet. I’ve already sent a signal, and they’ve responded. Let’s rendezvous with them first, then decide what to do next," Sylvester Cloud said. Before long, the Cloud Family fleet approached and anchored.
In the dim cabin on the deck, Delphine found a few outdoor exploration glow sticks and some unopened bottles of mineral water.
She opened one of the water bottles, carried it over to Jocelyn Yeager’s side, and gently shook his arm, speaking softly, "Jocelyn Yeager?"
Jocelyn Yeager’s delicate features were pale as snow, and he appeared to have fallen into a brief coma. Awoken by Delphine’s shaking, his bloodshot eyes opened, and he rasped, "Delphine?"
"Have some water," Delphine said, reaching out to help him sit up. Her gaze fell upon the faint blood stains seeping through his white shirt, and her fingertips trembled slightly as she hoarsely asked, "You’re injured too?"