Chapter 179: Peace in Front, Hate in Back (8)
Hitting a machine might fix it, but hitting a person? There’s really not much of a difference.
As such, the beggars conscripted into the navy through the British Empire-style press gangs were successfully transformed into sailors—or rather, reborn—within just a few days.
“Hey, focus! Didn’t I teach you to use every ounce of your strength when pulling the ropes? Do I need to make you spit out seaweed from your nose?”
“I’m sorry!”
“Sorry doesn’t mean you’re done with sailor life! You want to end up as kraken food in the sea?”
“No!”
“You don’t want that, do you? You came here because you wanted to join, didn’t you? If you volunteered to become a sailor to change your life, then you’d better start performing better than this.”
Before the beggars and lesser nobles got on board, the one being yelled at here would have been a rookie just back from his hundred-day leave in the army.
However, with a bit of luck, this person could quickly rise in rank, like becoming a squad leader right after making corporal.
The one being yelled at just now, though, had recently joined and rapidly gained status, like skipping several steps to become a sergeant.
‘Yesterday, I was at the bottom of the crew, and today, I’m a low-ranking officer?’
It’s the kind of story that feels like something out of a novel, and I understand why he’s venting his frustrations.