Beautiful Wings You Got There

Lyon pointed out at a nearby unoccupied raft before he ran toward it. Though it was not the same as the one the old man had, it was quite sturdy enough. At least that's how he judged it, based on his amateurish observation. He put a thumbs up toward the old man to his disbelief.

The next thing he knew, he was on the said raft with Lyon rafting away. The servants begged to do it for him but the fire in his eyes was flaming with fire. He couldn't be stopped before he reached the middle of the ocean, "So old man, which way to go?"

"Go to the west, across that huge two whirlpools," casually said the old man.

The twin whirlpool was ten times the size of their raft. They would swallow everything, even the demonic beasts that somehow came across it. Nature had no mercy, all must abide by the law she governed.

"Alright, we need to wait until the start of dawn for the whirlpools to subside," said the old man as he laid on the wooden raft.