The grand fleet moving together was far slower than the Golden Deer on its own.
It was only after another three days of sailing across the great eastern and western sea routes that the Privateer Fleet finally returned to the Tayman Archipelago.
During this period, many sailors whose faces had just become familiar to each other within the Privateer Fleet disappeared. But nobody noticed anything amiss. That's because each of their deaths had only one cause: they all perished from accidentally falling overboard while going to relieve themselves at night—simple accidents.
No one knew that Byron's Mad Hunt Legion was nearly at full strength with a hundred members.
When he activated the Sailing Logbook "Echoes of History," it was as if he had called up a complete historical record of everything or everyone from birth to present.
Those harboring ulterior motives, spies, and those with inherently chaotic evil natures serving as unstable factors were all naturally swept away.
