"Another one caught!"
Amidst the roaring applause, the person standing behind the angler on the massive warship clapped and exclaimed, "Colonel Penarosa indeed has profound fishing skills, such mastery!"
"You're flattering me, it's just a matter of practice."
The slightly aged middle-aged man flicked the fishing rod, tossing the flounder he caught into a bucket, and gave a slight smile.
As if he had lost interest in the fishing game, he put down the rod afterward, took the wet towel handed over by the attendant beside him, wiped his hands, and turned to walk toward the recliner placed in the center of the deck.
Under the twilight of the setting sun, the warship sailed with the wind and waves, one by one, the warships followed closely behind, moving grandly across the Endless Sea like an expedition.
"Almost there, we should be arriving soon, right?"
After Penarosa sat down, a sommelier immediately brought up the decanted red wine, diligently attending.
