"It's another good day!

"Hail to you, my sun!"

Drunkenly emerging from the cuckoo tavern, Fisher saluted the sun with a flat glass bottle - his parents had been taken away by death, he had no wife and children's house, and he had nothing but a small sampan docked on the dock and fishing nets on the boat.

He lived in a dilapidated house near the tavern, and on a good day, he would row his sampan and cast his net near the pier to catch small fish and sell them for drink, and on other days he would make a living by doing odd jobs for others.

Today, on such a good day, after saluting the sun, Fisher carefully put away the bottles, then untied the sampan, carefully examined the nets, and rowed towards the sea near the pier - it was already autumn, and according to the experience of previous years, these days were the time of the fish flood, and if he could catch a good handful, it would be enough to eat hot rice porridge for the whole winter.

However, fishing in the ocean of Feerun, in addition to the weather, beware of sea monsters and fishmen - sea monsters are sea monsters, and any sea creature with an unconventional physique can be crowned with this honor - not to mention Fisher's small sampan, even a five-masted ship, when facing a sea monster, it needs to be sacrificed and then quietly sail away.

As for the fish people, it is because part of the fish flood is stocked by the fish people.

Like the nomadic inhabitants of the interior of Faerun, the fish-people are nomads of the sea, and in their minds, the fish are their cattle and sheep, and any act of catching them is stealing their property - when they encounter a fishing boat that catches fish, they will direct the sharks or whales to attack violently until the fishing boat sinks.

............

"Whoa!"

Whether it's a sea monster or a fish-man, Fisher isn't worried—he just knows that if he doesn't catch a good catch lately, he'll go hungry in the winter, and even freeze to death in a leaky house like some distant cousins outside the city—so he's very serious and hard at casting his net, hoping for a catch.

The sea lived up to Fisher's efforts, and when the first net was collected, a dozen fat sea bass immediately jumped up and down the sampan, carefully avoiding the spines on the seabass' backs, and Fisher threw them into the sampan, a living tank dedicated to the fish.

Sea bass is tender and steamed, and is quite popular among the aristocracy of the Hakudaimon – it must be alive, of course

With the first net alone, Fisher earned money for the next few days, and he happily took out the bottle and took a sip, and then spilled the second net and the third net......

Although the harvest was not as good as the first net, none of them missed, and at least one fish was left - by the time the sun was about to rise in the sky, Fisher's catch was already filling the live tank.

"It's time to go back!"

Looking at the surface of the sea with some reluctance, Fisher forced himself to pluck his oars and paddle towards the docks—while every net was rewarding, reason told him that now was the best time to return to the docks.

At one or two o'clock in the afternoon, the nobles' butlers would bring their servants to procure the ingredients needed for the evening feast—if they arrived in time and were fresh, the fish in the live tank could be exchanged for a handful of yellow copper, and perhaps even a shining silver coin or two.

Hopefully, Fisher picked up the speed of his paddle until he saw a towering triangular dorsal fin shuttling back and forth in the water ahead.

"Oops, it's a shark!"

"It doesn't look small!"

After begging for a long time at sea, he only needs to see the shark's dorsal fin to know how big the shark is below, and just by seeing the dorsal fin at this moment, Fisher can estimate that the shark below will not be smaller than his sampan.

He cautiously stopped paddling, and the sound of the splash caught the shark's attention—and after a moment's view, Fisher noticed that the shark seemed to be in pain—and he kept shuttling, sometimes even revealing his white, round belly upwards.

"Could it be that this shark is about to give birth?"

Sailors on larger fishing vessels have told them that healthy sharks don't turn their bodies around, which makes them feel dizzy – only the mother shark about to give birth occasionally turns her belly upside down – and the pain of childbirth outweighs the vertigo of reversal, and they need occasional vertigo to fight the pain.

The shark in front of him obviously didn't care about attacking Fisher, it turned its body from time to time, turning its white round belly out of the water, looking extremely helpless, which made Fisher's heart suddenly have an impulse - it is said that recently the nobles have begun to eat unborn baby sharks, if you can get this shark ashore, and directly open the belly when the noble butler arrives, is it more able to sell it for a good price?

There was a voice in his heart that once the impulse surged, it would be difficult to contain it - Fisher observed for a while, and confirmed that the shark in front of him did not have much ability to resist, so he plucked the wooden paddle again and approached the shark, until the small sampan came to his side, and the shark did not show any attack**.

This was a relief to Fisher, and it was half the battle—he struck the paddle on the shark's skull as the shark reversed its belly again—and the shark immediately dived into the water and never showed its face again.

And after waiting a little while, Fisher saw a white belly gushing out of the sea not far away—Fisher, who had already succeeded once, approached without hesitation, and another vicious oar—and so on and so forth, the shark, which had been robbed of its combat power by the pain in its abdomen, finally had no strength to escape, and was tied to the side of the sampan with a rope by Fisher.

With the tail fin tied so strong that the shark could not sway, Fisher exhaled tiredly, flushed his face and rowed towards the docks—a harvest that had surpassed any other day in his fishing career, and probably never again—and he had begun to look forward to the admiration of the other fishermen on the docks, and the hilarious scene of aristocratic butlers bidding for the baby sharks in the belly of the sharks.

Perhaps, after today, you can also start to think about buying a small house, facing the ocean and basking in the sun?

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Steel battleship, aboard the Nautilus.

After a night of wild racing, the Nautilus finally saw the distant island in the morning as the morning sun rose from the sea, which made the moonlight rats on the wooden boat connected to it cheer for the rest of their lives.

Although there was a boat missing, the chaos that Archbishop Valcy feared did not break out, and they finally made their way to the vicinity of the originally scheduled landing island.

However, on the bridge of the Nautilus, the seven Moonlight Rat officers with different coats showed no signs of relenting - although they had reached the vicinity of their destination, they had no master planner, Archbishop Varcy, and they had not been trained in this area, how could they carry out the oracle sent down by the Moonlight Rat God?