"Knock! Knock! Knock!"
A crisp knock came from the wooden door of the house.
Sigurt's voice sounded outside: "Arka, are you ready? We are going out to sea today."
"Right away, I'll be there right away."
Arka in the room had just gotten ready. He picked up a piece of bread on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and rushed out of the house.
Looking at the bread in Arka's mouth, Sigurt wanted to ask him if he had breakfast, but swallowed it back again.
He had to pull him and said, "Then let's go quickly. The ship should set sail in a while."
After that, he took Arka on the path through the town and came to the port of the island.
Facing the salty and humid sea breeze in the early morning and the slightly hot sunshine.
One by one, fishing boats that could only carry two or three people slowly left the port.
Fishing boats on the island usually set out in the early morning and may not return until the afternoon or even at night.
Only the two large sailing ships seen before are still staying at the port.
One of the cargo holds has been opened, and many sailors who have never seen sailors are carrying bags of wheat into the warehouse.
There is also a person who seems to be a supervisor watching on the side.
"Hold it well, don't spill it or get it wet, these are golden wheat ears."
At this time, there are only a few bags of wheat left on the wooden board not far away, and it will not be long before all of them are transported into the cabin.
"This is Uncle Halls' merchant ship. Do you know Uncle Halls?"
Arka nodded. He remembered this person.
He is also a resident of the island. He can often be seen in taverns or ports. Didn't expect that he works on a merchant ship?
Sigert looked at the sailboat, patted Alka's shoulder, shook his head, and motioned them to go up.
"Uncle Hols often transports goods between the surrounding islands with this ship. Sometimes I will go with him and be a sailor on it."
The two chatted, boarded the ship through the connected wooden planks, and came to the deck.
"Hurry up, you lazy guys, check if the cables and locks are fixed, and you..."
This middle-aged man who looks a bit burly and looks a bit like a reckless man is scolding the sailors around him.
Alka has never seen him in his memory, so he should not be a resident of the island.
He is wearing a very ordinary linen short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and a long knife with a sheath is on his waist.
Suddenly seeing two people without work blocking in front of him, he was ready to scold them together.
"It's Sigurd, you're here."
He smiled and came over to hug Sigurd.
Then he saw Alka next to Sigurd: "This is..."
"This is my brother, Alka." Sigurd introduced.
Alka also quickly stretched out his hand: "Alka Lagu, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, Sigurd's brother is my brother, just call me Toefel."
He stretched out his big palm, held Alka's hand, and shook it vigorously twice.
Looked very enthusiastic.
Sigurd said beside him: "He has just come of age, bring him to the boat to see the world."
Toefel nodded in understanding and laughed twice.
"A man of the sea should become a man in a storm, hahaha!"
After a few greetings,
A bell-like ding-dong sound came from the bow.
Hearing this sound, Toef hurriedly said: "I still have work to do, I'm leaving first."
After that, he left.
Before Alka could turn around, he heard a rough voice.
"Set sail!"
Siegert also pulled Alka forward: "It's time to sail, it's a bit bumpy, find something to hold on to and stand firm."
Before the voice fell, Alka hadn't had time to hold the baffle next to him.
With a swish, the sail was pulled down.
With the push of the wind, the canvas swelled up, pushing the sailboat out of the port.
Siegert saw that Alka didn't hold on to the things that fixed his body, and immediately wanted to reach out and grab him.
After all, this was Alka's first time on the ship, and if he didn't stand firmly, he would probably fall.
The shaking and bumping during sailing can easily make people who are not used to it roll into a ball.
However, before he could reach out his hand, he saw Alka's legs nailed firmly to the deck as if there were nails.
She didn't stand unsteadily at all due to the shaking of the sailboat.
"Have you been on a boat before?" Siegert said with some surprise.
Alka shook his head. He just felt that this little shaking would not make him lose his balance.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the ring on his left thumb.
It seems that the balance and body coordination brought by the ring are really very useful when sailing on the sea.
I didn't expect that it would be this attribute that first made Alka feel the strange power.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but walk on the sailboat that had just sailed and had not yet completely recovered its stability.
This feeling of moving steadily on a shaking object is really unusual.
"Sigurt, look at his posture, he is a natural sailor, just like an old sailor."
Arka looked in the direction of the voice, and a middle-aged man with messy hair and a well-groomed beard with a few white hairs came over with big strides.
The clothes he wore were obviously different from those of the sailors around him, a brown-gray leather coat, and a hat similar to a captain's hat on his head.
On his sturdy body, there was a long knife that looked very simple and ancient on his waist.
After saying that, without waiting for Sigurt to answer, he came to Arka's side, patted his shoulder, and pinched the muscles on his shoulder.
"Arka, why don't you come to work on my ship in the future? Treasure hunting may not be suitable for you. Hahaha."
This is the captain of the ship, Hols, who is also a resident of the island.
Siegert came over quickly and said with a rather smug expression and tone: "Uncle Hols, you don't know this, Alka is now a real treasure hunter."
He patted Alka's chest proudly while saying this.
As if he had found the treasure himself.
Then he talked about Alka finding the magician's treasure a few days ago, although someone else had gotten there first.
"Good boy, not bad, I didn't expect you to find it, I really underestimated you before."
Hols looked at him as if he had just recognized Alka.
I didn't expect that the kid who used to like playing treasure hunting games has become a real treasure hunter?
Alka laughed immediately and said in a boastful tone: "No, no, you really flatter me, it's just a small treasure."
Seeing that Alka was still the same as before, Hols couldn't help but shook his head with amusement, laughed twice, patted his shoulder and left.
Siegt pulled Alka towards the stern of the ship.
After passing some sailors who greeted him, they came to a small warehouse.
It was filled with various iron items, like a tool library.
On several wooden racks, long sailor's knives were hung steadily.
Siegt walked up and found two short knives that looked good and had scabbards. After taking them down, he handed one of them to Alka.
"This is..."
Looking at Alka's doubts, Sigurd explained: "This is the sea, there are too many dangers, and you can't protect yourself without weapons."
After Alka took it, he looked at the sailor knife in his hand.
This knife is more like a short knife, which is probably shorter than the entire arm of an adult. The wider blade is in an arc shape, and the guard is a D-shaped guard extending to the grip.
A weapon that is very good for chopping, with a shorter blade, can also be used in more complicated situations.
Pulling out the scabbard and looking at it, the blade flashed a cold metal light.
"But I don't know how to use weapons."
"It's okay, it's mainly used to give you courage. If you really encounter danger, you will at least have the confidence, right?"
Sigurd raised his head and said with a smile as he adjusted the short knife in his hand.
"And this kind of knife only needs to be able to cut, it doesn't necessarily require much experience, just randomly swinging it can cause damage to the enemy."
Alka nodded, although he said this, he still liked it in his heart.
After all, this is a real weapon with a blade, he held it in his hand to compare, and even posed a few times.