The Glory of Noxus.

Blue Flame Islands.

On the quiet sea in the distance, a small wooden boat was slowly swaying in the sea current, making ripples.

At the end of the boat, a strong man wearing a red cloak turned his back to the islands and was rowing the oar vigorously.

"Ah, we're finally back in Bilgewater."

He looked towards Bilgewater Bay on the sea. Facing the lights of this port city, it looked like a piece of fool's gold from a distance.

"This place is indeed a garbage dump filled with hatred and stench, where murder and betrayal run rampant without any scruples."

He continued to talk to himself, expressing his resentment and disappointment with the city.

Just the next moment.

The strong man's mood suddenly changed, and his weather-beaten face revealed uncontrollable excitement and joy.

“Damn, it’s nice to be home!”

They are close to Bilgewater Bay and have claimed dozens of hunting boats over the years.

Graves was confident in his own level and drove the wooden ship into the range of the 'Widow Maker'.

"Besides, don't think that I don't know, you didn't put in much effort at all."

"But you still want to come back and see."

Looking around the sea, we can still see the wreckage of many ships that ran aground.

Thinking of what happened before, he was a little dissatisfied with Sarah, but he had to admit that she was pretty awesome at being able to accomplish such a big thing.

The thin man fiddled with the cards in his hand and said casually.

Upon hearing this, Graves glared at Drizzt in front of him.

When it comes to excitement, the strong man is a little bit elated and dancing.

Broken masts were embedded in the middle of the rocks, broken wooden boards swirled in the whirlpool, and rotten climbing nets were entangled on the sharp tops of the rocks.

Now their wooden captain was passing through a dense forest of sharp rocks, like daggers rising from the sea.

“Everyone in Bilgewater was watching, and we had a front row seat to feast our eyes on, and it was just luck that made us survive.”

The thin man raised his head, took out the three cards in his hand, and danced them between his fingers.

"Humph, I took you away."

Graves was a little embarrassed, feeling that his little trick didn't seem to work.

"Malcolm, can you be serious? We've gone off course."

"If you want to switch with me, please do so at any time, sir." Graves said viciously.

However, he did not continue to make noise, but turned back to confirm his position.

Drizzt shook his head and refused, placing the three cards face down on the barrel in front of him.

"These idiots."

The sturdy man looked at Bilgewater in the distance, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I heard that in Bilgewater now, she is taking the lead. The captain who does not follow the rules is so subdued that he goes to see the bottom of Bilgewater Bay."

"I can't imagine that we are really back." The strong man wiped away the water stains on his beard.

"busy!"

Driving a boat is like picking up trouble, and the invisible sharp knife is the real killer.

He was so tired that he was sweating profusely, but this little bastard sat comfortably on the bow of the boat and played with his cards.

Graves recognized the rocky sea area in front of him as the 'Widow Maker'.

Most of the wreckage is attributed to those captains who were too stupid to pay to hire the Baru tribe's roguespeakers to pilot them into the harbor.

"No."

After saying that, he shook his slightly sore arm and complained to the thin man wearing a gold-rimmed cowboy hat in front of him.

Drizzt was right, the current in the Sea of ​​Watchers pushed their wooden boat farther south, saving a lot of energy.

"No one has ever dared to confront that lunatic like her, and even the people and the ship were blown up."

He looked like a Demacian master, lying down with cards flying in his hand.

"We also went to the distant Kingdom of Demacia, stole the nobles' collections, and sold a large amount of gold coins."

"Miss Fortune Sarah is playing us all around, me, you, Gangplank, everyone involved."

"Although the employer came to us with this contract, the price was too good to refuse."

But Graves looked at the lazy Drizzt, still angry.

Of course, outcropping of rocks is not a problem.

"But I still miss my past life on the continent of Valoran. We have been to the City of Progress and its uglier and more embarrassing sister city."

"The last time I came here, things were a little heated."

Graves muttered.

The name of this dilapidated wooden boat was the Fearless, and he had to admit that even though they had just met a few hours ago, he was already growing fond of her.

Drizzt paid no attention to Graves's soliloquy.

He turned over the three cards on the barrel in front of him in turn, frowning, then took them back into his hand and shuffled them again.

Graves saw the change in Drizzt's expression and realized that the result of the card draw just now did not seem to be good.

Snapped!

A handful of cold water hit Drizzt on the face.

He stopped shuffling the cards and immediately looked up at Graves.

"Can you be more careful?"

"Sorry." Graves shrugged his shoulders in apology and continued paddling.

Of course he could be careful.

But he couldn't stand the way Drizzt believed in fate.

Drizzt took off his gold-rimmed cowboy hat and wiped his face.

After wiping it off, he glared at Graves again, put his hat back on, and lowered the brim.

Graves suppressed the evil smile on his face and submerged an oar deeply into the water.

This time the hatred was very clear, and it was splashed impartially on the side of Drizzt's face.

"Damn it, luck is opening your eyes."

Drizzt spoke sharply, looked at Graves, put a finger into his ear and pulled it out hard.

"You did this on purpose."

"Haha, I couldn't help it."

Graves laughed.

"You yourself, dressing up so well, wearing expensive coats, and taking a bath once a week have awakened my vicious side."

Drizzt stood up angrily and pointed a finger at Graves.

But such a big movement directly caused the Fearless to shake violently.

Upon seeing this, Drizzt immediately sat down, holding both sides of the boat with his hands, a look of panic on his face.

Even though he loves stinky beauty so much, at this moment, all his coolness and calmness were thrown into the sea.

Graves laughed heartily.

A riverman, Drizzt has lived in Bilgewater for most of his life, but he still can't swim.

Hearing the laughter in his ears, Drizzt took a deep breath and looked at Graves with angry eyes. His fragrant and oiled hair was now like seaweed, sticking wet to his forehead.

"You're such a fool!"

Graves pretended not to hear and continued paddling.