"Captain, look! The lighthouse on Tayman Brak Island has come into view."
"According to the coordinates on the nautical chart, this is the only island nearby; there can't be a mistake."
As the World's Fastest Three-Master, the *Golden Deer* had taken only about two days to complete a journey that would take other merchant ships at least five. Aided by the cover of the dim night, they arrived at their destination on the boundary between the eastern and western parts of the Banta'an Archipelago.
Of course, this was largely thanks to the nautical knowledge in Byron's mind, a decade ahead of most ordinary adventurers. He remembered many hidden supply points, safe oceanic routes, private ports... and the absolutely fatal no-go zones. Barring exceptionally bad luck, arriving safely at the Hightins colony was not an issue.
Byron handed the ship's wheel to Guardian Knight Bruch, activated Spirit Vision, and raised his brass telescope to gaze at the small island shrouded in the night.
