In the blink of an eye, a week had passed, and it was now the end of October.
The chilly winds had begun to howl in the northern parts of the Old Continent, but the Bantaan Archipelago remained as warm as ever.
Moreover, today's sunlight was particularly bright.
The Tayman Archipelago, the sparsely populated yet exceedingly picturesque beach of Little Taiman Island.
The Sacred Golden Emperor [Lord of the Celestial Kingdom], Pirate King [Uncrowned King], also [The Mad Hunt] and [The Sea Hunter] Mr. Byron, was lounging without a care in a large pair of beach shorts on a chaise longue, basking in the sun.
To prevent the sun from being too glaring, a book with a slight golden hue was draped over his face.
On the small table beside him, there were coconut water, fruit juice, cocktails, and various fruits, along with a stack of freshly printed international wanted posters and a copy of the "Lighthouse Daily" printed on sugar cane paper.
