Chapter 589
"Sir!" Sanford came down the stairs, bowing. He held a bottle of liquor, his eyes scanning the dimly lit hold, which was illuminated by a few candles.
The rowers sitting in rows on either side were pulling their oars slowly, in shifts. The only ones rowing continuously, regardless of the rotation, were the black-haired man sitting near the stairs and the large orc sitting opposite him.
"It’s about time we began preparations!" Sanford said, looking at the back of Ian’s head.
As Ian stopped moving, Mukapa, on the starboard side, immediately pulled his oar in.
"Phew... Phew..." Mukapa’s breath came rough and heavy, his body slick with sweat
Sanford showed no surprise. The orc hadn’t rested even when the others switched out, keeping pace with Ian across from him.
"I told you to speak up if it’s too much," Ian said, standing and looking across at him.
Though he was in light attire and also drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged, Sanford was amazed to see that he still seemed to have energy to spare.
"I am okay..." Mukapa said, his shoulders heaving. When the rower behind him offered a flask of watered-down wine, he promptly took it and brought it to his lips.
Ian let out a soft laugh and turned toward the stairs, met by the awestruck gazes of the rowers.
"Catch your breath and come out when you’re ready. I’ll be in the stables." He didn't forget to add a word for Mukapa.
Handing the liquor bottle to Ian, Sanford gave him a thumbs-up. "Truly a superhuman, sir."