When Corlaskin first recorded this logbook, it was clear that he was still sane.
The words he wrote were very organized and clear.
"Silver Era 1471, December 25th.
Today happens to be the Saint Heir's holy descent day, but the sailors have no gifts, no candy, and no home.
It seems they also lack the Creator's mercy.
Ever since the 'Circus' entered the 'World Serpent's Celestial Current Belt,' we have been wandering in this perilous place for three full months.
Both our supplies and the crew's morale and health have reached their limits.
Thankfully, our reserves of rum with orange juice are still plentiful, preventing a massive loss of non-combatant personnel due to 'scurvy curse.'
I believe this disease, which even high sequence Transcendents cannot resist, must be a curse from the sea upon sailors!
After two consecutive months without setting foot on land, there's a significant chance of being cursed, which is truly terrifying. The sea is indeed not the home of mankind.
If I had not spent a great deal of money to specially build a [Figurehead·Comical Joker] for the 'Circus' that can sail with the help of the waves, I dare not imagine the treacherously evil plight we would encounter in the doldrums.
I often wonder if letting the sailboat loose to follow the Celestial Sphere Circulation in the doldrums could possibly make it travel around the entire world.
If one could be the first to achieve this feat, they would undoubtedly become a significant figure in the entire human maritime history.
The legend obtained from this could provide the successful person with an immense power boost.
Unfortunately, it's still a bit too early for me to think about these things now. Without Fourth Order Heroic strength and a large number of Heroic Spirit troops to escort and guard, it would be impossible to return alive.
The navigator seems to have made a new discovery. I must go and see."
"Silver Era 1471, December 26th.
Yesterday we unexpectedly discovered an explorer ship that had met with disaster under the Barbary pirates' command.
I suspect that it was their Sea Monster, used as the ship's power source, that had an accident, resulting in the deaths of the entire crew at sea. Following tradition, I conducted a pirate's funeral for them.
By the way, the song we sang seemed to be the Bayfolk's 'Valhalla's Call'. Never mind, these Barbary pirates don't deserve to be choosy.
All these things are of little consequence; the most important thing is that we found a damaged chart in the captain's quarters!
I am very certain that it isn't an unfinished chart, but rather a part of a complete chart that someone has deliberately split up.
The place marked with the name 'Fortress Bridgehead' has already ventured deep into the absolute doldrums. I think it is necessary to check it out."
Byron and Violet could not help but get excited by this passage of text.
When the two of them, with heads together, full of anticipation, turned to the next page, their minds suddenly reeled.
A rush of salty air, as vast as the sea itself, hit them in the face.
The colorful words, smeared by dried water stains, looked like a child's careless scribbling, mixed with a madman's ramblings.
A mere glimpse was enough to induce a strong sense of physical discomfort.
Thanks only to Byron's right eye's ability, [Logbook]'s insight, were they barely able to make out the main content:
"Lurian Era (crossed out) Silver Era 1472, January 8th.
Ga ga ga, after half a month of searching by following the chart's marks, just when we were about to give up, a mysterious current, which appeared out of nowhere, took us to our destination.
That must have been the guidance of the great existence whispering in my ear.
This is a human relic on a solitary island.
Yes, although damp and chilly, with half the buildings submerged in water, and everywhere the calcified giant scales (crossed out), it must belong to humans.
I know this is all normal, very normal; places where humans live should indeed look like this.
My intuition tells me, we are probably not far from the New Continent everyone is searching for.
But why would there be an old relic from the Old Continent in such an abandoned native relic? And a Golden Goblin Card of incalculable value?
Could it be that the first settlers to the New Continent were not us but a group of ancients from hundreds of years ago?
I must unravel this secret.
Also, congratulations, the Joker has acquired a new body, though it does not yet belong to me, it will ultimately be mine. I can finally leave this damp scary place, hee hee (crossed out, crossed out, everything crossed out)..."
The tone of the last paragraph of text abruptly changed, as if it suddenly became someone else.
Byron suspected that from that moment, Corlaskin had already been contaminated by that horrible [Curse Spirit].
As for the series of bizarre occurrences in the target called Fortress Bridgehead...
Turning his head toward the spoils of war on the ground.
Inside the woven basket were the Clown Pirate Group's last plunder from the "Celestial Orbital Belt" after a narrow escape from death.
Among the pottery clearly of native style, there was an old, severely corroded iron pot from the Old Continent.
Among the obsidian weapons, there was even a very old and damaged Bayfolk Battle Axe.
This was as strange as finding a group of sacrificial victims of other continental races in an ancient tomb that had never been opened for a thousand years.
These objects didn't come from the recent exploration of the Celestial Orbital Belt.
They evidenced a group from the Old Continent who had lived there for a long time, counted in centuries.
When combined with the fact that the name "World Serpent's Celestial Current Belt" comes from an ancient Bayfolk legend (Chapter 215).
It is reasonable to speculate that perhaps hundreds of years before the dawn of the Age of Exploration, a group of pirate adventurers from the Bayfolk had already come to this place.
The logbook ended abruptly on January 8th and was not updated further, but upon turning the page, a folded-up simplified nautical chart fell out.
Violet caught it with a swift movement of her hand and as she took in the annotations, her pupils contracted to the size of needle points:
"This is... my father's Leviathan emblem!"
The rules for drafting nautical maps are consistent, with rhumb lines drawn from windroses or compass roses, notable navigational points along coastlines marked, and so on.
However, usually on the north position of the windrose or compass rose, there would be a unique decorative design, such as an iris or a broom flower, used to represent the identity of the cartographer.
As a pirate king, the Whale Hunter had drawn many nautical charts throughout his life, and his emblem was the Leviathan, known as the "Rift Whale."
That was also the ultimate prey that the Whale Hunter sought to hunt.
The girl's body trembled slightly:
"This must be a copy that fell into the hands of the Bone Gobble Joker after passing through the hands of Barbary pirates.
Although I don't know why it is incomplete.
No one could forcibly take a nautical chart from my father's hands, so perhaps this is related to the last meeting my father had with another pirate king, the 'Oceanic Throne'."
Byron gently stroked the girl's back, soothing her emotions.
But he agreed with her words as well.
This overly simplistic chart was difficult to discern in parts.
Nevertheless, the Circus had supplemented it with a particularly "coincidental" ocean current.
You see, the clowns have an unrivaled sense of balance, as if they have a human gyroscope built into their bodies.
For example, if you blindfold them and put them in an airtight carriage, they could easily navigate the route they had traveled by the subtle changes in their balance.
Even without seeking out the Oceanic Throne, they could navigate to the ruins that likely lay on the edge of the New World using this chart.
It's very possible that the pirate king, the Whale Hunter, had also embarked on a similar course!
"However, the third-order clowns went there once and came back insane.
It suggests that there are some formidable secrets and dangers hidden there.
We'd better get the details of the kings meeting from 'Bluehair's' mouth and prepare ourselves before continuing the exploration."
For Korazjin, it might mean delving further into the Celestial Orbital Belt to seek out the Bayfolk pioneers' secrets firsthand.
But for Byron and Violet, who were in pursuit of the prophecy of revival, it was like fitting another piece into the puzzle.
From the prophecy of "Prophecy, Royal Authority, and the God of the Mad Hunt":
"In the age of the Empire, the Bayfolk were chasing deer in the forests of the Eternal Night Peninsula. Hundreds of years later, they would chase the entire Silver Continent.
Having conquered the continent by force, they then fell to the belief of a heretical faith, and the glory of the North Bayfolk sank into the deepest parts of the ocean.
But one day, it shall be awakened anew by blood and flame!
My right eye shall witness all."
The first two-thirds have already come to pass.
Many believe that the final third will be no different.
Initially, the Whale Hunter, Jack Harold, obtained clues from the Valhalla of Heroes, which led him to set sail in search of secrets, eventually disappearing into the vast ocean.
Since then, his whereabouts are unknown, his life or death uncertain.
The Lancaster family suffered as innocent bystanders, annihilated by the White Rose with the support of the Church.
The traditional North Bayfolk of Iron Anchor Bay were also suppressed by the Church, nearly eradicated...
The destinies of Byron and Violet, direct descendants of the bloodline of Reinhardt, the founding emperor of the North Sea Empire, were thus changed.
The secret hidden behind the prophecy held significant meaning for both of them.
Subsequently, the decryption level of [Secret: The Prophecy of the Racial Revival of Woden, God of Prophecy, Royal Authority, and the Mad Hunt, Historical Influence 69] jumped from 22% to 28%.
Just then, a distant flapping of wings could be heard.
It was the corpulent parrot, First Mate Thomas, who had flown leisurely for quite a long time before finally catching up to them.
Without waiting to land, he began to squawk:
"Oh, my dearly beloved artists of elegance, I have finally caught up with you, the artful aura of grace emanating from you both is truly... "
His complimentary words were abruptly cut off.
Looking down, he saw a scene... of a large-scale heinous murder and burning of bodies.
A fire fed by dozens of clowns blazed fiercely, with ashes raining down and blanketing the nearby chocolate, cake, and cookie cottages.
The murderous pair, whose faces still bore traces of blood not yet wiped clean, slowly turned their heads towards it.
The same shade of blue in their eyes glittered ominously, reflecting blood, flames, and a tableau of death and carnage.