It was already mid-March, and it would take a long time to travel 2,000 nautical miles.
After stocking up on food and water, Terry looked back at the island and asked, "Captain, how to deal with those rocks? Don't you need them for your boat building?"
"Forget it. It's too weight to carry. No one wants these stones anyway. We'll talk about it when we get a chance to come back."
"Good, Captain. Let's go! The wind is out of the east. I'll hoist the main. Arsan, you hoist the foresail. Armin, tilt the backstay 15 degrees!"
A month later, Raine and the others already felt that they were getting closer to Port Angel, as there were gradually more and more ships around them.
"Wow, what a big transport ship. It's almost as big as a G-class main ship, with frigates escorting it." Arsan leaned over the railing, looking at the fleet of ships not far away, "Sister Avril, we're going to keep getting stronger from now on, too, aren't we?"
Avril laughed, "You bet!"
Many boats around looked over to Raine. Raine was small but had a delicate hull, with metal reinforcements on board and a long metal ramming horn that stood out.
Moreover, the people at the helm were a beauty, and there were only four crew members on board, but three were women... which made the eyes of men around can't help but sweep over this side.
The port prohibited naval warfare. Everyone is here to make a fortune. So they also just look curiously and whistle towards this side from time to time.
Raine didn't take kindly to these ships, but he wasn't above rushing over to fight them. His main objective on this trip was to increase his crew.
Port Angel is a large island with a number of trees. The trees were forbidden to be cut down to protect the buildings on the island from the sea breeze.
There are a few simple buildings on the island, all of them were roughly built of stone and wood, not even like a house, but canopies to keep out the wind and rain. They are quite large, though.
From a distance, Raine could see a number of people walking around in some of the canopies. There were seafarers and poorly dressed men with shackles on their feet, one after the other.
There was a haven in the belly of the island, and dozens of ships docked at that moment.
"System, is there a way for me to get off the boat with them?" Raine muttered. It would be best if he could come along for the ride.
"..."
Raine shook his head helplessly. He now missed the AI that liked to dislike him. He has no interaction with this current system at all.
"Fine, fine, I'll find it myself!" Raine opened the item creation list.
There were 37 items that Raine could make, and he had looked at almost all of them when he was bored some time ago but hadn't been able to find any special items.
Was there no way to get off this ship? ...Raine's mind was spinning.
No, I can control the folding oars myself, which feels like I'm controlling my arms, the wooden spikes, and fire crossbows.
My perspective can appear with any location on the ship... means that... as long as something is on the boat, my perspective can be attached to it.
With that in mind, Raine had an idea, "Avril, go to the crew compartment to get a screw cap then get off."
Avril went and found a screw cap and jumped ashore.
Raine tried to shift his view, and suddenly his view shifted to Avril's hand from the ship!
"It works! I'm a fucking genius!" Raine was hyped.
Terry said from the boat, "Arsan, Armin, you guys go with Avril. White and I will stay and keep eyes on the boat."
The boat needed to be watched, Raine can detect the mutant by system and Avril can sense the mutant with her ability. Arsan would guarantee their safety, and Armin provided information support, so Terry and the others were left here.
Avril and others head for the market.
It's quite a crowded place. Many ships have to rest here after a long and bumpy journey, and the slaves have to be brought down to rest and get some air so they can stay alive and sell for a good price.
There are special patrols here, wearing uniforms and carrying waist swords and even guns on their belts as they wander leisurely through the crowds.
Most of the people here still follow the rules. After all, this port is an important location. It wouldn't leave them any good to be blacklisted.
As slaves were cheap here, many people would come here to buy first-hand goods, which give Port Angel the market it has today.
"There are eight trading booths over here, and those ships transporting slaves will bring them to the booths in order. While the slaves are resting, if anyone takes a fancy to them, they can go straight and buy them." Armin described, "After all, no one can guarantee that the slaves will be delivered safely to human-class waters, so they are willing to trade them out here without reducing their income."
Raine could interpret this behavior as the absence of intermediaries making the difference, amounting to a deal straight from the manufacturer.
Those slavers did not shout out, as if they were just letting the slaves rest here for a moment and they were not concerned about getting a deal.
It was the buyers who were more active, constantly moving from booth to booth, with others coming up to ask for prices from time to time.
"Avril, you're clutching me so tightly, I can't see anything!" Raine complained.
Avril was in a bind. It's also too strange to walk with a screw in the hand. The screw cap was awkward to carry around, and if she didn't clench it tightly, what would happen if she lost it?
After some thought, a bright idea occurred to Avril. She pulled a red string from her shirt and hung it around her neck.
"Captain, what about it?" Avril whispered, looking down.
"Yes, I can... I can see everything!" Raine's voice was a little nervous.
"Oh, that's good!" Avril was finally relieved.
Raine followed Avril and approached the first trading platform.
On the platform, three rows of ragged, haggard-looking people sat on the floor in handcuffs and shackles, wolfing down the dried food in their hands.
There were men, women, and children who seemed uninterested in everything around them, looking numb. They have accepted their fate.
"Cough-cough... Time to get down to business."Raine switched on his system.
"System, detect!"
It was already mid-March, and it would take a long time to travel 2,000 nautical miles.
After stocking up on food and water, Terry looked back at the island and asked, "Captain, how to deal with those rocks? Don't you need them for your boat building?"
"Forget it. It's too weight to carry. No one wants these stones anyway. We'll talk about it when we get a chance to come back."
"Good, Captain. Let's go! The wind is out of the east. I'll hoist the main. Arsan, you hoist the foresail. Armin, tilt the backstay 15 degrees!"
A month later, Raine and the others already felt that they were getting closer to Port Angel, as there were gradually more and more ships around them.
"Wow, what a big transport ship. It's almost as big as a G-class main ship, with frigates escorting it." Arsan leaned over the railing, looking at the fleet of ships not far away, "Sister Avril, we're going to keep getting stronger from now on, too, aren't we?"
Avril laughed, "You bet!"
Many boats around looked over to Raine. Raine was small but had a delicate hull, with metal reinforcements on board and a long metal ramming horn that stood out.
Moreover, the people at the helm were a beauty, and there were only four crew members on board, but three were women... which made the eyes of men around can't help but sweep over this side.
The port prohibited naval warfare. Everyone is here to make a fortune. So they also just look curiously and whistle towards this side from time to time.
Raine didn't take kindly to these ships, but he wasn't above rushing over to fight them. His main objective on this trip was to increase his crew.
Port Angel is a large island with a number of trees. The trees were forbidden to be cut down to protect the buildings on the island from the sea breeze.
There are a few simple buildings on the island, all of them were roughly built of stone and wood, not even like a house, but canopies to keep out the wind and rain. They are quite large, though.
From a distance, Raine could see a number of people walking around in some of the canopies. There were seafarers and poorly dressed men with shackles on their feet, one after the other.
There was a haven in the belly of the island, and dozens of ships docked at that moment.
"System, is there a way for me to get off the boat with them?" Raine muttered. It would be best if he could come along for the ride.
"..."
Raine shook his head helplessly. He now missed the AI that liked to dislike him. He has no interaction with this current system at all.
"Fine, fine, I'll find it myself!" Raine opened the item creation list.
There were 37 items that Raine could make, and he had looked at almost all of them when he was bored some time ago but hadn't been able to find any special items.
Was there no way to get off this ship? ...Raine's mind was spinning.
No, I can control the folding oars myself, which feels like I'm controlling my arms, the wooden spikes, and fire crossbows.
My perspective can appear with any location on the ship... means that... as long as something is on the boat, my perspective can be attached to it.
With that in mind, Raine had an idea, "Avril, go to the crew compartment to get a screw cap then get off."
Avril went and found a screw cap and jumped ashore.
Raine tried to shift his view, and suddenly his view shifted to Avril's hand from the ship!
"It works! I'm a fucking genius!" Raine was hyped.
Terry said from the boat, "Arsan, Armin, you guys go with Avril. White and I will stay and keep eyes on the boat."
The boat needed to be watched, Raine can detect the mutant by system and Avril can sense the mutant with her ability. Arsan would guarantee their safety, and Armin provided information support, so Terry and the others were left here.
Avril and others head for the market.
It's quite a crowded place. Many ships have to rest here after a long and bumpy journey, and the slaves have to be brought down to rest and get some air so they can stay alive and sell for a good price.
There are special patrols here, wearing uniforms and carrying waist swords and even guns on their belts as they wander leisurely through the crowds.
Most of the people here still follow the rules. After all, this port is an important location. It wouldn't leave them any good to be blacklisted.
As slaves were cheap here, many people would come here to buy first-hand goods, which give Port Angel the market it has today.
"There are eight trading booths over here, and those ships transporting slaves will bring them to the booths in order. While the slaves are resting, if anyone takes a fancy to them, they can go straight and buy them." Armin described, "After all, no one can guarantee that the slaves will be delivered safely to human-class waters, so they are willing to trade them out here without reducing their income."
Raine could interpret this behavior as the absence of intermediaries making the difference, amounting to a deal straight from the manufacturer.
Those slavers did not shout out, as if they were just letting the slaves rest here for a moment and they were not concerned about getting a deal.
It was the buyers who were more active, constantly moving from booth to booth, with others coming up to ask for prices from time to time.
"Avril, you're clutching me so tightly, I can't see anything!" Raine complained.
Avril was in a bind. It's also too strange to walk with a screw in the hand. The screw cap was awkward to carry around, and if she didn't clench it tightly, what would happen if she lost it?
After some thought, a bright idea occurred to Avril. She pulled a red string from her shirt and hung it around her neck.
"Captain, what about it?" Avril whispered, looking down.
"Yes, I can... I can see everything!" Raine's voice was a little nervous.
"Oh, that's good!" Avril was finally relieved.
Raine followed Avril and approached the first trading platform.
On the platform, three rows of ragged, haggard-looking people sat on the floor in handcuffs and shackles, wolfing down the dried food in their hands.
There were men, women, and children who seemed uninterested in everything around them, looking numb. They have accepted their fate.
"Cough-cough... Time to get down to business."Raine switched on his system.
"System, detect!"
