"In the distance of the sea, the water is so blue, like the most beautiful cornflower petals, and at the same time so clear, like the brightest glass. And yet it's so deep that no anchor chain can reach it. In order to get from the bottom of the sea to the surface of the water, there must be many church spires, one after the other. The people at the bottom of the sea live down here......"

"Morris, Morris, I remember that the story of the mermaid that Henry told me was not like this!"

"Uh...... Well, Furren's version is indeed a little different. ”

"Fren's version?"

"Ah...... It's just that the version in my hometown is a little different......"

"Morris, isn't your hometown in Fren?"

"No, how can I say it. This is a story adapted by Brother Morris just for you!" "Morris was so anxious that the child's innocence almost drove him into a corner.

July 10, 3214 A.D., early morning of July 10, 712 Navarre A.D.

The sea was calm, and Morris enjoyed the scenery from the deck of the merchant ship "Edin Beauty".

He leaned against the side of the boat, and the sea breeze lifted his bangs. A little girl about ten years old was standing beside him, she was April, the object of Merris's chat.

He was telling little girls about Hans Christian Andersen's "Daughter of the Sea," and there was a similar fairy tale in Navarre. Ever since Morris's muttering while in a coma was publicized by April, he has been nicknamed the Little Prince by the energetic sailors.

They didn't see Morris's dull face when he was called by the nickname.

It has been the third day since Morris was rescued by the passing merchant ship "Eedin Beauty" on July 7. The merchant ship was on its way to neighbouring Arnpo, and Morris simply settled on board.

Of course, he left the ship and had nowhere else to go.

Except for the first day he was rescued and cared for by the crew, he spent the next few days working up and down like any other sailor. Wipe down the deck, raise and lower the noose. Carrying cargo in the cabin, putting away heavy, worn-out sails when headwinds, rowing sweaty at the bottom of the boat, and so on.

Unlike Gregory's "Beer Barrel". It was a serious merchant ship, and the cargo on the hold was spices and cloth. The sailors were sunny and optimistic young men.

From the sea, the stern of the ship is covered with Navarre's red-backed gold-rimmed griffin flag, and on the mainmast is the flag of the "Edine Beauty", with the seal of the port lord, Count Mistin.

Aprile is the daughter of Captain Peters, which Morris learns about afterwards. Their father and daughter depend on each other, and there are no other relatives. When Morris heard from the well-meaning sailors that Captain Peters' wife had died three years after giving birth to April, and that he had been at sea for many years and had no one to take care of April, he simply brought her to the ship.

Although Aprile is young, she has five years of sailing experience.

Honestly, taking women on board is one of Fren's oldest taboos. Many people are superstitious that this will bring them bad luck. Even the pirates who are so lustful as women do not dare to offend taboos. In this regard, the likable April has little privilege, and the Edin Beauty has struggled to recruit crews and has been understaffed for many years. This was true even if most sailors who knew Peters well knew that he was actually a good-natured man with a cold face and a warm heart.

Morris learned afterwards. The day after the shipwreck, it was April's tinkering with Peters' telescope that found the unconscious and babbling Muris on the reef near the route, and Peters was able to rescue him in time.

April has the flaxen hair that is the hallmark of the Navars, and dark blue eyes. Now, she was listening intently to Morris's story of the mermaid with her little fists clenched, and perhaps she was very curious about his shipwreck, and the little girl had been pestering him a lot these days. April is interested in hearing some of Fren's myths and legends.

Of course, this is also a good opportunity for Moris to be lazy.

But this time he miscalculated.

"From the boundless past to the endless future, the people at the bottom of the sea have lived like this. Of course, some of them will die, but they will not become ugly zombies when they die, and they will not have to cry, curtains, and graves. They will be turned into drops, and the drops of water that a good person will turn into purer - with those they love, and with the ...... they love."

"You kid don't want to die!"

Halfway through his story, a stout man with a beard like a steel needle came out of the captain's room. He wore a worn hat embroidered with the pattern of the flag, and wore a burlap smock like other sailors. He had a large pipe in his mouth and his eyes glaring at Murlys. None other than Boss Peters.

He said in a fierce tone: "Dare to be lazy on my boat, be careful that I kick your ass!"

Boss Peters was actually quite happy with the unexpected labor force. This young man was not in poor health, and after drowning, he did not have a high fever, nor did he have sequelae of respiratory organs caused by choking on water. On the second day of boarding, you can walk on the noose like a seasoned sailor.

Unfortunately, the kid's identity is unclear - Morris's self-introduction conceals his origins and experiences on the Beer Barrel. He only told Peters that he was a serious man who had boarded a pirate ship by mistake and escaped by letting a small boat out at night. I didn't expect to encounter shipwrecks or something, and he always likes to talk about gods and ghosts. Coaxing his own daughter. When I first caught it, I muttered about some mermaid and mermaid. Now there are some nonsense stories.

Boss Peters smacked his lips as he watched coldly as Morris slipped past him and continued his work. Decided to give him a stumbling block after breakfast. Most of Navarre's sea seekers are superstitious, and there is no shortage of legends on the sea. One of his rules for running the boat is: say less strange things and do more things, so that you can be less entangled in strange things.

April, the mischievous little girl stuck out her tongue and ran away. The deck was littered with young sailors with bare shoulders and trouser legs. When they saw that Morris was deflated, they laughed out loud:

"Little Prince, you're making Boss Peters angry again, and you don't want to eat today?"

"April, come to your brother Henry, where will Morris tell a story!"

The work at sea was not easy, and Morris had to wait until the sailors who had finished breakfast took over the work before he had time to fill his hungry stomach.

Breakfast was dry hard bread and a little orange, very basic and not tasty. Morris resisted. But that's the way it is at sea, and most of the delicious food can't be kept that long. He could only try to recall the prison food he had eaten, and comfort himself by comparing it to the worse before he could swallow it. The main time for sailors to improve their meals was dinner. At that time, these young people with too much energy will think of getting some fish.

And Boss Peters didn't give him any special treatment, he didn't see his aristocratic status, he only suspected that Morris had been an apprentice to a merchant and had learned to write and calculate. After all, after the storm, the aristocratic clothes that Morris wore when he left home had been buried at sea. He was now wearing a linen jumper of poor workmanship, as if he had cut out a sack and slipped it in, just like the sailors.