Liang Jian: I have a canteen

"This"

Sisford hesitated slightly when asked about Xu San's question.

Logically speaking, the captain should have the final say on a ship.

However, after Xu San asked this question, Sisford seemed to have thought of many things.

He's been on this ship for many years; he's considered a veteran crew member.

Therefore, he really does know a lot of things.

Looking back now, it seems that in some important matters, the person who truly made the final decision was indeed First Mate Raul.

Seeing Sisford's hesitation, Xu San smiled and poured him a glass of wine. "No rush, take your time to think it over. It's not too late to talk about it later."

The glass was pushed towards Sisford. "There's still some time before dark, let's think it over slowly. By the way, would you like some snacks to go with your drinks?"

"Ah~!" Sisford was surprised for a moment, then gently moved the glass closer to his eyes. "No, no! I'll answer now."

"Then tell me!" Xu San said slowly and gently.

Sisford let out a long breath, took a sip of wine, and then said heavily, "It was a big deal, Raul. I remember several important decisions on the ship were made directly by Raul without the captain's approval."

“It seems that Raul’s identity is indeed extraordinary!” Xu San turned to Huan Ji and said.

“Hmm!” Huanji squinted. “He is someone who can communicate with her; he is probably a descendant of a priest.”

Princess Genki spoke in Japanese, probably to prevent the other two from understanding.

Although he could speak Chinese, she remembered that Hans had spent some time in Qingdao and probably had some basic Chinese skills.

So she chose the relatively safer option, Japanese. "Yes, that's certainly possible! And you can't see any Asian features on him at all. I think it must have taken a lot of effort for them to eliminate their own features."

“His eyes are black!” Huanji said. “That’s probably the only clue.”

"There are quite a few Europeans with black eyes too!"

“That makes sense!” Huanji continued.

"Oh, right! What else did she say?"

“That’s it. She doesn’t talk much now, and her consciousness is very weak. But from this weak consciousness, I sense that she’s a little anxious? No, not anxious.” Huan Ji was silent for a moment, “To use an idiom, she’s eager to go home!”

Xu San turned his head and looked out the window again.

Outside the window, at 4:30 pm, the sea surface looked like a piece of tin foil gently pressed thin by the sunlight, shimmering with tiny silver lights.

The boat was moving forward at a steady pace, its hull cutting the sea surface into two V-shaped walls of water that kept rushing backward. At the base of the walls, creamy foam churned up, making a low and even "whoosh-whoosh" sound.

The dark gray horizon simply divides the world into two halves, the clear pale blue tinged with the dark indigo stirred by the ship's hull.

The waves were whipped up by the crosswind and flung against the window like shards of broken glass, leaving behind brief claw marks of salt.

The sun was already slightly westward, and the slanting light cast long shadows of the people strolling on the deck, as if they were dragging another black shadow ship along the ship's side.

Xu San withdrew his gaze and turned it back to Huan Ji. "Are you homesick?"

Huanji nodded gently.

"I miss home too!" Xu San said meaningfully. "I just don't know when I'll be able to truly go home." (End of Chapter)