The warm and slightly salty sea breeze of the warm inland sea scraped Austin's slightly dry face, causing the young captain standing on the deck to take a deep breath involuntarily - this was the breath he longed for most in his childhood, and the breath he once thought he had. There is no chance to bathe in the atmosphere of hometown.
A few years ago, Austin also went to sea in such a sea breeze. The runes on the alchemical power sail shone on his face that had not been eroded by the wind and waves. There was only a yearning for the unknown in his light green eyes, and he was indescribably high-spirited.
As for the adventure in the middle, it is like a vulgar adventure novel written by a second-rate writer. Now, under the same sea breeze, this novel has reached the point where it can no longer be written and needs to end.
"Colonel, it's time to return to the cabin." The soldier wearing alchemical power armor said respectfully, standing two meters behind Austin.
"She is much faster than Mariano." Austin gently patted the railing at the edge of the deck. "The firepower should not be on the same level."
As if in response to his words, a plume of black smoke came out of the ironclad's chimney as the whistle shrieked.
The soldier took a step forward, his tone still respectful, but with a hint of sadness in it: "Mr. Colonel, we are about to arrive at Fleming Harbor. You'd better return to the cabin quickly."
There was nostalgia and relief in Austin's eyes. He squinted his eyes, trying to see the city that had not yet appeared in his field of vision, and see whether the stake or the gallows was waiting for him in the city square.
"This is where my first trip to sea started." After saying that, he turned around, showing his shackled hands, and walked slowly towards the cabin. The soldier couldn't help but take a step back when he saw this.
"Haha, you all put this on me, there is no need to be so afraid of me." Austin laughed dryly, raised his hand to show the soldiers the shackles engraved with dense runes.
"Or do those old guys sitting on it think that I am powerful enough to be on par with the gods and can easily kill you, um, mortals?" When passing by the soldiers, Austin glanced indifferently at the bridge captain who was looking down on the deck. The newly developed color-changing glass is installed in the room, and only darkness can be seen from the outside.
Looking back, Austin sighed, glanced at the latest alchemical power armor on the soldier, and sneered: "The latest alchemical technology, the pride of human wisdom, technology that is enough to fight the gods."
After saying that, he walked into the hatch without looking back. The soldier behind him who had been holding his breath for some time finally breathed a sigh of relief. White steam emerged from the grid behind the armor.
The ironclad ship's whistle screamed again, and Fleming, the largest port on the warm-tide inland sea coast of the Meletni Kingdom, appeared at the end of the sea level. The ships moored at the pier stretch along the coastline, with their white alchemical sails interspersed with iron-gray chimneys. They block most of the city, revealing only a few towering spiers and many buildings under construction.
When the darkness in the cabin was about to overwhelm Austin, he tilted his head slightly. His light green eyes reflected the port city that was always washed by the warm ocean currents. He thought of lying on the deck of a battleship at the port dock a few years ago. That afternoon when I was basking in the sun.
"If you could do it all over again, would you still choose to go to sea?" Austin asked himself in his heart.
The hatch was closed, darkness flooded his pupils, the clicking sound of mechanical operation replaced the sound of the waves, and the pungent smell of medicine washed away the salty smell brought by the sea breeze.
"Guys, put on your hoods,
It’s time to set off against the waves to chase the treasure,
We rush through the eddy undercurrent,
Hi! Hi!
The gold-selling kiln on the island is our home.
Don't be afraid when sea monsters skim the ship's side;
Hi! Hi!
We have brothers, gunpowder and harpoons,
Follow the boat song and rush towards the thick clouds in the distance,
No matter how big the storm is, it can't stop us..."
Austin was alone and sang a bad barcarolle he had learned from the pirates.
