Golden Sea, Fort Navedad.
Garrison Commander Admiral Trevier and "Oathbreaker" Bradley, in full general's attire, were intently staring at the gold plate on the table.
The gold plate was exquisitely crafted with a distinct indigenous style, the outermost circle encircled by a feathered serpent, the second circle adorned with various celestial configurations mysterious even to laymen, and the center featuring an abstract human face with an open mouth as if about to speak.
However, the two prominent figures were neither archaeological experts nor scholars, and cared not at all for the hidden secrets; their sole concern was the gold plate, or rather, the gold itself.
Looking at the respectful pirate standing to the side and the scholarly-looking old man beside him, Bradley's eyes gleamed as he asked solemnly:
"Kelog, are you certain that this is not all there is in the Mist Sea? That this gold is just the tip of a vast treasure iceberg?"
