Chapter 564
The gangplank leading to the ship was quite wide, but it was old and slick with moisture. Even so, the sailors rolling barrels or carrying heavy wooden crates were practically running across it.
"Move it, you bastards! Faster!"
It wasn’t just Sanford’s shouts echoing from the other side of the deck that spurred them on. A black warhorse clad in full plate armor was following close behind them, snorting as if in anger, its bladed horn jutting from its forehead threateningly.
Yet Ian, seated casually in the saddle, didn’t bother whispering for the beast to calm down.
He simply sat in the saddle, taking in the full view of the ship that was unfolding before him. A wide, flat deck extended toward the port bow, where a stout foremast, braced with heavy planks, rose into the air. Just behind it, a narrow staircase descended to the lower level.
"As soon as loading is done, get to your positions! This is no time to dawdle!"
Sailors, who were clearly the rowers, descended the stairs in a line. The lower level couldn’t really be called a lower floor; this deck was more like a roof. The tallest mast rose from the very center of the deck. Thick ropes of unknown purpose and net-like lines were connected to it in a chaotic web.
—Lucy looks surprised...
Yog’s laughter-tinged whisper echoed then.
Lucia was leaning against the starboard rail, beyond the bustling sailors, likely due to the thunder rolling in from across the sea. As if hearing the whisper, she turned around.
"Sir! You can bring the horse in over there!" Sanford shouted, weaving his way through the crew. He wore an anxious smile, his bandaged left arm awkwardly extended to the side.
Why use that arm when the other one is fine?