In the middle of the sea, Anders who was enjoying the beautiful view that was on the outskirts of the ship felt a small hand that pulls him for clothes.
"Mr. Anders, the women say that the food is already prepared and that you need to enter, otherwise it would take time for the other crew members to eat."
Anders looked at the little brat and ruffled his brown hair. "Rusell, sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment and not worry about what's going on around you.
Also, the food can wait but I want you to observe this great sea although I really detest people who are engaged in piracy because it is unworthy and does not tan in battle, it does not change the fact that the sea is quite beautiful.
But since we are talking about food, tell me that it will not be fermented fish again, it is not that I bothered eating strange food, but it has just been three days with fermented fish.
Even I have a limit. "
