"Pull the Anchor ......"

Amid the shouts of the sailors, a long bell rang at once on the docked West Wind Scream. And at the sound of such a rapid bell, long oars immediately stretched out from the second cabin below deck, and plunged into the water in unison.

The huge oars began to be manipulated by man, and the huge amount of sea water was forcefully squeezed away. Under the reaction of the seawater, the three-masted galleon, which was 100 meters long, also began to move its body, and little by little towards the endless ocean.

Get away from the land and go deep into the ocean. When the monsoon winds on the ocean start to stir up. The navigator, who had been recognizing the sea breeze, immediately rang the bronze bell beside him vigorously, and when he heard such a bell, Cameron who was in control of the rudder immediately shouted loudly.

"Set sail, set sail!"

"Sail, set sail......" one after another, like a microphone. All the sailors had to shout the same thing. Immediately dozens of barefoot sailors clinged to the mast like agile apes, and then quickly climbed towards the sails tied to the mast.

They are the handymen, an extremely dangerous and extremely important profession. The three-masted galleon was able to become the main force of the Imperial Navy because of the three huge masts and the sails on the masts that powered the entire ship. The task of the handler is to control the sails so that these hundreds of square meters of canvas can play the right role at the right time.

This is not an easy task, as the place where they work is often on a mast dozens of meters high from the deck. Moving around in a place like this every day is as hard as dancing ballet on a tightrope. No matter how skilled you are, you will inevitably miss sometimes. So, there are always new faces on the hand.

Still, such new faces are for those old sailors on board. For people like Billy Jr., they're all new faces. And among them, his impression of those handymen can be said to be extremely bad.

And the reason for this bad impression is simply because when these men lowered the huge sails, the three-masted galleon began to shake irregularly. When the sails are stirred up by the wind, when the huge sailing ship makes a deafening sound under the strong wind. The shaking of the hull was already inevitably violent.

At first, the hull was barely stable at first, and such stability was already the limit of what little Billy could accept. For him, who was already accustomed to living on land, the feeling of being grounded was too uncomfortable, of course, it was still within the scope of patience. But when the shaking of the ship's hull began to intensify, the uncomfortable feeling was already beyond the limit of what he could accept.

His face turned pale, and his chest was filled with disgust and nausea. Little Billy now only felt like his every move was about to fall apart. The physical desire to gag but can't gag makes him have no good feelings for the maker of all this. Although he knew that it was just their job, they were not so guilty. But he couldn't help but get angry.

Of course, in his capacity it is impossible to directly accuse the hillbilly sailors of something. After all, no matter how you say it, he is still a nobleman, and casually communicating with these guys who can only be regarded as commoners will only lose his own identity. So he could only take his anger out on the captain who was at the helm of the ship.

"Your Excellency, Captain, can't you just make this damn ship stop this needless wobble? Vomit..."

"This noble young master, this request of yours is as difficult as turning the sea into a desert. You know, it's a matter of wind and waves to make the boat swing, and if there is no wind and waves, how can the sea be called the sea?"

Cameron did not answer such a question, and it was the ship's first mate who answered it in his place. He was also assigned to take care of the lives of Osynvia's mother and son, as well as the guards and knights. Of course, although he can provide the best environment for these people, it is on a ship after all. Even the so-called best environment is only relative.

A spacious cabin with two ventilated windows. That's the limit of what they can offer. And that's just the room for Ocinvia's mother and son. For the knights who guarded them, it was simply impossible for their rooms to be treated so well.

It's lucky to have a ventilated place. If you're unlucky, you'll be next to the big room of the sailors. The sour smell of men huddled together could be clearly smelled even through a wall, and that smell would definitely make these pampered knights vomit out all the overnight meals.

So, no one wants to be grateful for the kindness of this first mate. Even little Billy ran out of the deck because he couldn't sit in the cabin anymore. Of course, this kind of breathable behavior can relieve his condition a little. However, there are limits to how this can be mitigated.

The only good thing about standing on deck was that he could vomit without worrying about the sour smell of his own vomit. Of course, the sailors in charge of cleaning the deck were not used to him. So he cleverly placed a cask in front of little Billy.

"Noble young master, if you want to vomit, just spit into this barrel. That saves us a lot of effort, doesn't it?"

"Rude fellow......" Little Billy, who was pale, was about to scold him, but the nausea that came up in the blink of an eye made him have to give up such thoughts. He didn't want to lose face in front of so many civilians, so he could only vomit hard at the barrel in front of him.

At this time, if you spit out, there will only be sour water left. And the more he vomited, the more uncomfortable he became, he could only ask the sailor in front of him as if he was in a hurry.

"Damn, what the hell am I going to do to stop feeling this bad? You, tell me, what the hell am I going to do?"

"Is it uncomfortable?" grinned, and the sailor gave one such reply. "I don't know what it's like because I'm not going to get seasick. But I think, noble young master, you are such a noble person, as long as you vomit and vomit, you will get used to vomiting. And at that time, you won't feel that way. ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense, noble young master. The more you vomit, the more likely you are to get sick, and if you get sick on the sea, that's going to be a problem. Seeing that little Billy was being teased, the first mate on the ship couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over and kicked the sailor in the ass, kicking him away from Billy's side. He pulled something out of his bosom and gave it to Billy. "This one for you, maybe it has a little effect on your seasickness symptoms. ”

"What is this?" Billy took the first mate's hand, and little Billy was very uncomfortable with its dark appearance and greasy feel. Seeing the expression on Billy's face, the bearded first mate immediately burst out laughing.

"It's spirits. Honey wine from the southern coastline. For example, a child of your age can get drunk with just one sip. In that case, you won't know what it's like to be seasick. With the new sailors on board, they basically rely on this treasure to get through such a difficult situation. How's that, do you want to try it?"

"Honey wine?" Although he has operated a special luxury channel in King's Landing, he has also circulated a lot of top-notch fine wines. But when it comes to drinking, little Billy, who has always been very strict with his tutors, has never tasted alcohol. He didn't drink it, but he smelled it. So after uncorking the bottle and smelling the inside. He immediately said with a frown.

"You are the honey wine made by the plantation owners of the southern south from the honey pressed from sugar cane. The best honey wine should be mixed with honey and fruit juice, stirred and mixed when the sun is at its best, and then sealed in a small jar and soaked in mountain spring water to ferment. When the moon is full, it will be taken out and stored in a shady cellar. But your wine is not of the highest quality, and I only smell honey and oranges, and I don't have the fragrance of the sun and the sweetness of the spring water. At best, such honey wine is nothing more than something made by small workshops for the enjoyment of the common people. ”

"Of course, I'm just a commoner myself, but I don't have the qualifications to enjoy what only noble lords can enjoy. But if you are willing to reward me with a little of the wine in your mouth, I will also be grateful. ”

With a philistine smile on his face, the first mate smiled at little Billy. Billy just frowned at his statement, and then responded.

"It's not easy, when I get back to King's Landing. Even if it is not impossible to send you a barrel of the best honey wine. Only, who can be sure that I will be able to return to King's Landing?"

"It's all uncertain stuff anyway, and there's nothing wrong with a gamble. Noble young master, as long as you remember this pot of wine of mine, if you have that opportunity in the future, return it to me!"

"Is that so?" he took the pitch-black flask and poured it into his mouth vigorously. Feeling the pain of the liquor burning his throat, little Billy, who had drunk for the first time, struggled to put a free smile on his face. "Then I'll borrow your good words, uncle. Hopefully I'll ever go back. ”