The vast majority of Morris's luggage was thrown into the sea, including money and a bag of spell casting materials. The only thing that survived was the pants he was wearing. There is also a cage hand sword tied around the waist.

He was now hiding in the cabin to wipe it down.

He learned from Gregory's lesson, and the family coat of arms was kept as close as possible. Peters and his crew were not puzzled by the intricate pattern of the sword, but Morris was not willing to take any more risks.

The weather at sea was clear, but the humidity in the cabin was severe, and the cargo on board was constantly moving and moldy. It's a chore compared to fiddling with rigging on deck.

The "Edin Beauty" was bloated and unsuitable for broadside combat, but it was very qualified as a merchant ship. The huge space of the cabin is divided into several levels. The bottom level, where the oarsmen work against the wind, is like a sewer, dim and smells of dead rats. The upper floor was used for the transport of goods and was also used as a living space for sailors. The smell of spices, leather, stinky sweat, and athlete's foot was mixed together, and God knows how unruly these sailors were!

Qualified to sleep in the bow are some of the ship's senior personnel. For example, Peters, April, the first and second mates, and the sailors on watch.

Peters seemed unhappy with his fishing behavior this morning, and when he finished breakfast, he was kicked out of the cabin to carry his things. Morris simply took the opportunity to maintain his weapons, and the cabin was so hot that he was busy with his upper body - which was not in line with aristocratic etiquette. In fact, after spending too much time in such a cramped space, most people will lack a sense of shame.

April never came to the cabin. For the little girl, the taste was unbearable.

Iron products rust badly if they are not properly maintained, as is the case with the messy weapons that many sailors carry. The Kingdom of Navarre had issued a maritime ordinance that ships other than warships were not allowed to carry more than four guns.

Therefore, in order to deal with the occasional pirates who emerge at sea. Most sailors would prepare some weapons, limited to financial constraints, and the most popular weapons were the left-handed dagger and dagger, in addition to the shoddy bayonet sword.

Morris heard Peters muttering something on the upper floor, as if he was arguing with the pilot chartmaker about the telescope. Tirel's technology was limited, and the ground lenses were often blurry. However, Morris knew that this was not what they were discussing, and that Aprile always used the brass-colored telescope as her own toy. Apparently she did something to it yesterday.

It just so happened that Boss Peters didn't have time to come down and check. Morris safely wiped his sword with a kerosene lamp. Working with him in the cabin today is Henry. It was the one who was the loudest when he was messing around before, and he was also caught by Peters. The Edin Beauty is severely understaffed. In fact, it was staffed with only sixty dozen crew members. Morris lacked knowledge of ships, but he knew that the Beer Barrel was a small size of a speedy pirate ship, but his crew was about the same number.

Therefore, the heavy lifting of the cargo in the hold could only be carried by the two unlucky bastards, Morris and Henry.

"Knock!knock!", Morris heard someone walking down the stairs. He glanced at it quickly, it was Henry, and he shoved his saber into the shop. This kid must have been lazy somewhere just now, just like him. Morris thought.

Henry had a chicken's nest-like mess of hair, which he wrapped in a dark, dirty turban, which most sailors liked to take care of. He is not a pure Navarre, his mother is from Arnpo. He is 19 years old and tall, thin. Two years older than Morris.

But Morris thought his mental age was no different from that of a teenager of about fourteen. Belch...... No, Tirel's fourteen years old is already an engaged adult.

The young sailor sneaked down, and Morris saw him with one hand behind his back, as if holding something. He walked down the stairs and looked around, and the cabin was dark, illuminated only by a small wick lit by Morris. Henry walked over to him.

"Hey, little prince!" he waved his arms exaggeratedly to Murris, then smiled kindly, "why don't you open the skylight to let in the light?"

As he spoke, Henry picked up the bamboo pole that had been set aside and poked open the skylight that led to the deck.

"Henry, what should Boss Peters do?" Morris quickly grabbed him, "tell him we're still fishing?"

The young sailor froze, apparently able to anticipate such an outcome. He quickly put down the bamboo pole in his hand and sat down honestly on the barrel beside Morris, who saw that he was holding a small bottle of wine in his hand behind his back, and Henry uncorked it, took a long sip of satisfaction, and then closed his eyes and looked up to taste it.

Hmm, where did this kid get the wine?' Morris thought.

"Where did you get the good stuff. Morris snatched the bottle and looked at it, then handed it back to him, he had been a little reluctant to drink since the incident with the Horus Rebels, "Isn't this Boss Peters's lover? ”

Peters was a heavy smoker and drinker, so his pipes and bottles were nicknamed "Peters' Lover" by sailors.

"Have you been this up-and-coming voice since your mother's womb? Henry was obviously a little stunned, but he said to himself, "I'm not a thief, this is April's payment for me, she asked me to tell you something." ”

"April, why didn't she tell me herself?" Muris glanced at him, he wanted to continue to maintain his weapon more than to talk to the ADHD child, he still had a rust that hadn't been wiped off.

"She thinks we stink here and won't come down. If you want me to say, I guess Boss Peters also forbids her to come and get in your way. Henry shook the bottle in front of Morris with some smugness, "So the little princess asked me to come over." ”

There's nothing to be proud of here. Morris complained to himself. Correction, he's probably not as old as April.

"And what did she say?" asked Morris absentmindedly. It is estimated that it is some whimsical ideas, and after getting along in the past few days, he has probably figured out the thinking circuit of this little girl.

Henry mysteriously approached and motioned for Muris to come over. The smell of sweat on his body also drifted away, and Morris hurriedly covered his nose and waved his hand, signaling Henry to just say it directly.

......"Henry deliberately lengthened the coda, apparently hoping that Morris would appear impatient." But Morris rolled his eyes at him. Seeing that he did not react, Henry had to say in discouragement:

April said she heard girls singing last night. ”

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This April......

Morris smiled dumbly, probably because she was dreaming at night.

He didn't take the little girl's fairy tales seriously, in his opinion. April is just a child who yearns for a fairy tale. It was probably because of Morris's near-death experience that she kept pestering him to tell stories.

Where is the woman on this ship but herself?

Tell her to learn to distinguish between dreams and reality, Murismo thought to himself, grinding his stubble chin, for he didn't have a chance to take care of himself these days.

April's affairs went round and round in his head, and he was quickly put behind him. He stood up, stretched, and kicked Henry, who was drinking happily next to him.

"Get to work!" he scares Henry, "Boss Peters' footsteps are coming this way. ”

Henry hurriedly tucked the wine under his pillow and followed Muris to the place where the spices were piled up. But at this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in Morris's mind that is difficult to say is necessarily related:

Isn't there a legend about singing?