"Have you prepared the fishing rods?" Nolan asked.
Sharon nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I've got them ready!"
She opened her right palm, and two fishing rods appeared out of thin air.
Handing one to Nolan, she held the other herself.
"Great!" Nolan smiled faintly. "Let's head to a good spot. If I'm not mistaken, there's an excellent fishing area at the bottom of the ship."
Sharon followed his lead. Soon, they descended to the lower deck.
Sailing could be boring, so Jack and his friends often went fishing to pass the time.
At the bottom of the ship was a special area designated for fishing, which happened to be free that day. Nolan asked for permission to use it.
Jack had no objections and even offered to accompany them.
The loot from the ghost ship had made him and his crew incredibly wealthy. They had acquired chests filled with gold and top-quality weapons—swords, spears, and other arms.
All their treasures combined were worth tens of millions of Sharn.
