Sailing was an exceedingly unromantic affair.

Especially when you were the only one required to manage the entire ship.

Aske had lost count of how many times Nora had complained. Of course, he didn't regret his decision to kick the Synthetic Humans off the ship, since they were all the ears and eyes of the Church Court. Who knew if the Church had programmed them with a command like "see Heaven Mountain and immediately go kaboom."

Having driven away the Synthetic Humans and then left with only Nora being the person on the team who had taken a Military Nun course in operating vehicles such as cars and ships, the responsibility of steering the ship fell to her.

Naturally, this referred to the series of tasks related to sailing the ship, including anchoring, starting, and steering, which were originally the responsibility of the Synthetic Human sailors on board. It was no wonder that she felt dissatisfied with all these tasks now heaped upon her.

Fortunately, Peggy also showed an interest in sailing. Two years earlier, when they had left Constantinople, it had been Nora who taught her how to drive.

Therefore, Nora took the "Magic Tide Special Period Manual" and started explaining it to Peggy, word by word, sentence by sentence.

"... you see, like this, the ship will slowly turn!"

"So slow!" Peggy said disdainfully. If one weren't paying close attention to the surroundings, it would be very difficult to notice that the ship was turning at that moment.

"That's just how ships are." Nora stood up and glanced out the porthole, "It's getting late, I'll go make dinner for you."

Thanks to the presence of Fire Island, supplies were not an issue at all. However, Nora said she wanted to try out the kitchen on board the ship, so she brought the ingredients onto the ship to cook.

Why would a ship crewed solely by Synthetic Humans even have a kitchen?

After slowing the ship down to its lowest speed, Nora went back to Fire Island to fetch ingredients, and Peggy continued to study the various dials in the captain's room, comparing them carefully with the manual.

Bored, Aske left the captain's room and went up on deck. By this time, the ship had already sailed out of the Gibraltar Strait, leaving the range of the Dark Sky. The 4 p.m. sunlight poured down brilliantly, making the undulating ocean gleam with golden specks and shimmering scales, like gemstone fragments on blue silk.

Eleanor was on the bridge at the top of the tower, responsible for observing the surrounding sea conditions, while others were either on Fire Island or wandering around the ship, at the moment uncertain of who was where.

After aimlessly watching the sea from the deck for a few minutes, Aske heard Sigrdrifa's voice behind him.

"Ah, Squad Leader, are you ready to go fishing with me?"

"Fishing?" Aske asked, puzzled.

"Yes." Sigrdrifa gave him a look that suggested 'I can't believe you remember', and added, "Didn't I promise to take you out to sea to fish when we were at the arena in Constantinople?"

Aske was puzzled.

If he possessed the ability of Sherlock Holmes to categorize and store memories, organizing them into books since his time traveling to this day, he would just need to turn to the first volume, chapter thirty-six to recall that Sigrdrifa had indeed said something similar to him.

However, he was just a professional player, not a famed detective, so all he could do was rack his brains thinking, "Was there really such a thing?" Then, confirming he couldn't remember at all, he could only pretend like he did indeed remember such a thing and nodded calmly to Sigrdrifa.

Sigrdrifa then broke into a bright and happy grin and casually picked up the enormous device that was on the deck beside her.

"This is..." Aske was bewildered.

"A whaling gun." Sigrdrifa replied.

"Why would there be such a thing on the ship!" Aske was at a loss for words. If someone told him there was a nuclear bomb on board the next second, he probably wouldn't be surprised anymore.

"I don't know." Sigrdrifa said, "I disassembled it from the stern. This thing is driven by steel springs; as soon as I twist this trigger, the harpoon will shoot out with a swish..."

Seeing her pointing at herself and about to pull the trigger, Aske quickly rolled on the spot, dodging the whaling gun's aiming range before standing up and yelling,

"Don't point it at people!"

"Hey, you don't think I'd actually accidentally pull the trigger, do you?" Sigrdrifa complained somewhat indignantly, "Of course not! I was just showing you where the trigger is."

"That's still no reason to point such a dangerous weapon at someone!" Aske knocked on her head.

If it were Mia, she would immediately clutch her head and start crying, but Sigrdrifa, after all, was not a minor girl, so she just winced, rubbing her head and continued,

"Aske, you're already a demigod, why are you still so cowardly…"

That has nothing to do with being cowardly, okay? Aske sighed and looked out at the sea,

"It doesn't seem like there are any whales for you to hunt around here."

"No, there are." Sigrdrifa immediately pointed excitedly ahead and said, "See? There's such a big school of fish migrating; the density far exceeds that of a normal sea area, which suggests a high probability of whale presence."

"Why?" Aske couldn't help asking, "What's the principle?"

"Experience." Sigrdrifa patted her chest.

If ranking by chest size, Medea would undoubtedly be first in the team, while it was hard to say whether Sigrdrifa or Eleanor would win or lose, so Aske quickly averted his gaze, trying hard not to notice those frivolous jiggles and casually said,

"Hmm, we could make a bet."

"Okay!" Sigrdrifa immediately said, "The loser has to fulfill a request from the winner!"

Aske: ???

Wait a moment, I was just speaking off the cuff, how did it suddenly turn into a "request"? Isn't it usually just a joke? And why did you agree so quickly, that's not like your character at all!

"See it?" Before he could react, Sigrdrifa was already pointing ahead and saying, "Right there!"

Aske hurriedly followed her gaze only to see a small spurt of spray on the sea surface, nothing else.

However, Sigrdrifa had already stepped onto the gunwale, securing the bottom of the whaling gun to the railing, and after slightly adjusting the angle of fire, she yelled as she slammed down the trigger:

"Whale! Don't run!"

The stainless steel cross-shaped whale harpoon shot out with the steel rope, drawing a sharp arc into the sea.

Moments later, a huge roaring sound rose from beneath the sea.

In the captain's cabin, Peggy was comparing the "Magic Tide Special Period Manual" with every instrument panel, button, and handle.

After confirming everything was correct, she carefully pushed the speed control handle forward one notch; the manual stated this would increase the speed by one level...

Immediately after, the ship suddenly lunged forward violently, and Peggy was thrown backward by the immense inertia, but thankfully, known for her agility, she steadied herself with a roll + kick against the wall.

Peggy: ???

Feeling the severe tremors of the ship during the acceleration, Peggy's face turned pale in an instant.

Oh no, I've caused a disaster!

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