Chapter 97: Setting Sail for the New World

The next morning dawned with a golden light casting a glow over Treasure Island's bustling port. Seagulls screeched overhead, and the smell of saltwater mingled with the savory scents of freshly cooked food from the early market stalls. The streets were alive with the sound of voices — merchants hawking their wares, sailors preparing their vessels, and the occasional laugh of a child running through the crowd. A light wind blew in from the sea, causing the banners hanging from nearby ships to flutter lazily.