I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1292: Arrived At The Island

The cargo ship continued its steady journey through the dark sea. Hours passed quietly as the vessel moved forward across the calm waters, its wooden hull cutting through the waves with a slow rhythmic creak.

The pale sea spirits gradually drifted away into the distance behind them, dissolving into the night as if they had never been there at all.

Eventually, the long night came to an end.

Morning arrived with a soft glow of sunlight spreading across the horizon.

Golden light touched the surface of the ocean, turning the once-black water into shifting bands of blue and silver.

The ship rocked gently as the wind filled the sails, carrying it steadily toward its destination.

Inside the vessel, the crew had already returned to their usual routines.

Some hauled ropes and adjusted the sails while others inspected the cargo or scrubbed parts of the deck. Their voices rose occasionally in casual conversation, but none of them mentioned anything about any conversation that had taken place the night before.

They did not remember it.

For sailors who spent their nights drinking cheap alcohol after long days of work, forgetting parts of the previous night was nothing unusual. It was normal.

Inside his cabin, the captain slowly woke with a faint groan.

He rubbed his temples as a dull headache pulsed behind his eyes.

"Ugh... I think I drank too much last night," he muttered.

For a moment, the man frowned slightly. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

There was a strange feeling in the back of his mind. A vague sense that something important had happened.

But the memory refused to surface.

He sat quietly for a few seconds, trying to recall it.

Then he waved the thought away. He was used to mornings like this.

If something truly serious had happened—like a fight breaking out or someone falling overboard or taken by sea spirits—he would definitely remember it.

Since nothing like that came to mind, it meant the night had been uneventful.

"No one died," he muttered with a shrug. "Then nothing important happened."

Satisfied with that simple conclusion, the captain pushed himself out of bed.

He stepped out of his cabin and walked onto the deck, squinting slightly under the bright morning sunlight.

The sea stretched calmly in every direction.

The wind blew steadily through the sails, pushing the ship forward with ease.

The sky above was bright and clear without a single storm cloud in sight.

The captain smiled.

"Looks like today’s going to be a good day," he muttered happily.

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Meanwhile, inside another small cabin, Erend stood quietly near a narrow window.

The morning light shone across the calm ocean outside.

He watched the horizon silently while recalling something from the night before.

During his rest, he had heard knocking. Not from the door but from the window. And it had come from outside the ship.

That alone made it impossible for the crew to be responsible. If anyone needed him, they would knock on the door like normal people.

Which meant only one thing. It was the sea spirits.

Erend narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought about it.

He did not know why those drifting spirits had come close enough to tap against his cabin window.

But he had not felt comfortable about it. Perhaps it had something to do with the Sky Anchor... perhaps the missing Creation he was searching for had already sensed his presence.

If that was the case, those spirits might have been sent to observe him.

He quietly sighed.

"I hope that isn’t the case," he thought.

If the missing Creation had already noticed him, it would complicate things far more than he wanted right now.

Eventually, Erend left his cabin and ate a simple breakfast prepared by the crew.

Since he was the only passenger aboard the cargo ship, the small dining space remained quiet.

He did not mind. The silence allowed him to think.

Several hours passed as the ship continued sailing south.

Then, finally, land appeared on the horizon.

Erend stepped out onto the deck and looked ahead.

In the distance, a large island slowly rose from the sea.

A port town stretched along its coastline, filled with docks, warehouses, and ships moving in and out of the harbor.

Erend studied the island carefully. He could not sense anything unusual.

No strange energy or trace of the missing Creation he could feel.

And that unsettled him slightly.

Still, there was only one way to confirm anything. He would have to investigate each location one by one. He was certain that it wouldn’t be difficult.

The ship gradually slowed as it approached the harbor.

A few minutes later, the captain walked over to him with a relaxed grin.

"Well," the man said. "We’ve arrived."

Erend nodded and gave him a small smile. "Thank you for the ride."

The captain scratched his beard and glanced toward the island.

"So what brings you to Karthalos Island anyway?" he asked. "Research? Studying sea spirit binding or something like that?"

Erend only glanced at him and shrugged without answering.

The captain immediately raised both hands.

"Alright, alright," he laughed. "Forget I asked. Your business is your business."

Moments later, the cargo ship finally reached the port and docked at the harbor.

Erend stepped off the ship and onto the wooden dock as the crew secured the cargo vessel to the harbor posts.

The smell of salt, tar, and fresh fish filled the air immediately. Around him, the port of Karthalos Island was alive with activity.

Sailors hauled ropes across the planks while dockworkers pushed heavy carts stacked with crates and barrels. Merchants shouted prices from small stalls near the piers, trying to sell dried fish, tools, and travel supplies to arriving crews. Ships of various sizes filled the harbor, their sails fluttering under the bright wind.

Erend stood still for a moment, quietly observing everything.

He scanned the harbor with calm eyes, searching for anything that might stand out. Something unusual, something connected to the corruption he was investigating.

But nothing obvious appeared. Just an ordinary island port.

After a few seconds, he began walking deeper into the harbor.

As he moved away from the dock, he started to notice something else.

Eyes.

Several people standing near warehouses or leaning against wooden pillars had begun watching him. Their gazes were sharp, calculating, and far from friendly.

They had already noticed him.

To them, Erend looked like an outsider. His clothes were clean, his posture relaxed, and his expression slightly curious as he looked around the unfamiliar port.

In other words, he looked like a newcomer.

And newcomers were often easy targets.

A few rough-looking men quietly exchanged glances. One of them even smirked slightly, whispering something to the others.

They watched him like wolves watching a wandering animal.

Erend noticed them immediately.But instead of avoiding them, he walked directly toward them.

People like this were everywhere in any world. Thieves, smugglers, information brokers, or simply desperate men looking for easy coin.

Which also made them one of the easiest sources of information. When Erend stopped in front of them, the men looked slightly surprised.

Then one of them leaned forward with a crooked grin.

"Well now," the man said slowly.

"Looks like the newcomer came to greet us first."

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