At the end of the summer, the merchant ship "Francis" disintegrated at the "Liujin Port" of the Kurkut Empire at the age of 21.

Standing in the harbor, Captain Francis watched his ship fall apart, his heart suddenly twitched, the pain permeated his body, and the eyes of the young sailor standing beside him were confused.

They looked around blankly, looking at each other, but they didn't know what was going on, why did they suddenly come back to this port?

The young sailors didn't know anything, they just obeyed the captain's orders, drove the ship that somehow became very fast, and then the strong wind returned to the town, and then the first mate found a boat to help them unload their cargo, and sent them here, and then their ship was finished......

It was only when they saw that their ship was gone, that the side sparks were the first to break, that the decaying mast could not support its weight, and that it fell into the sea along with the sails torn into rags by the wind, and then the bow broke, the keel collapsed, and the hull collapsed, and that's when they realized that their ship was finished!

They didn't even know what was really going on and why the captain gave that kind of order!

They just obeyed orders, they were a bunch of sailors, it was enough to just follow orders, so they returned here and saw with their own eyes that their ship was gone!

A true 'good man' would never choose to be a sailor, and although many people admired sailors for various reasons, admired their heroism, and wanted to sail the same way as them – Martin was one – many people did not think that sailing would be a good career.

Many merchant ships can also become pirates while doing business and carrying goods, and those who beg for a living at sea have several lives in their hands, whether they have done it before they get on the ship, or they kill people for the first time after they get on the ship, in short, whether they are pirates or sailors, they are a group of 'outlaws' who pin their heads to their belts - in fact, most of the time, in the mouths of people in port cities, 'sailors' and 'pirates' can be synonymous.

The sea is much more dangerous than the land, and both the vast sea beasts and the unpredictable storms are as unpredictable as the temperamental tyrant of the sea.

Each of the ships sailing the seas is a servant of the god of the sea, and they will have to face the troubles of the tyrannical monarch, and at the same time learn to adapt to the character of this monarch, otherwise they will all die at sea.

Not many people can survive disobeying the will of the tyrant of the sea, only a few brave people who are not afraid of death at all, or 'madmen', will choose to conquer the sea, and most of the 'courtiers' only need to learn to obey.

Sailors are not a good profession, but it is a job they want or have to find out of necessity, and when the ship collapses, they have nowhere to go.

Because they were all too young, and they had been following their captain for a year or two, and although they were not very loyal, they liked the captain who was disciplined and did not take the initiative to cause any trouble.

No ship would choose to recruit a new crew other than combat attrition, and even if it did, it would not recruit sailors like them who had been on another ship for a year or two.

In other words, without the ship, they have nothing!

Old Cook walked through the crowd, after all, he was a man begging for a living at sea, and after more than thirty years, even an ordinary sailor could know many people.

Whenever someone talked to him, his face suddenly became grim, and no matter how optimistic he was, after hearing the word 'Poseidon's wrath', he could not continue to remain calm.

"Stop! Stop!"

In the harbor, a first mate waved his arm vigorously to stop the workers.

"Gruul, what's wrong?" his captain shouted to his first mate from the stern of the ship, but instead of answering directly, the first mate chose to wave his arms and let his captain get off the ship.

The captain was puzzled, but he heard the stevedores of the boat next to him also stop working, which made him frown, take a deep breath, and fall to the ground along the twine.

"What's wrong?" the captain asked in a serious whisper to his first mate.

He also began to notice that the other ships had stopped carrying cargo into their holds, and an eerie silence began to permeate the bustling harbor, which had nothing to do with it.

The atmosphere was starting to make people uneasy, not just the stevedores who had stopped working, but also the sailors.

"A big trouble—"

Until now, the first mate was still a little hard to believe, he took a deep breath to adjust his nervous mood, and replied in a low voice: "'Poseidon's Wrath'!"

The captain's eyes widened instantly, but then he swallowed the scream he was about to blurt out.

The captain gasped, gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you sure?"

"An old sailor," said the first mate, nodding his head, "an old sailor who has lived on the sea for more than thirty years told me, you also saw the ship just now, and now the planks are still floating there—the captain, the sailor, but the first mate is gone, and it is time to inform the police officer." If there is nothing important, will they put on a play with their own ship?"

The captain's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he fell into deep thought, but after a while he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, turned back to the stevedores and shouted: "Unload - pay as you pay!"

The captain seemed to have become a leader, and as his words fell, the other first mates and captains also gave the order to 'unload'.

The crew of the 'Francis' no longer remembered and mourned, they were awakened from their deep grief by the sudden sound around them, and they looked around with confusion in their eyes.

Like, everything has changed......

The surrounding sounds fluctuated, but as if everyone had changed their minds in an instant, the unloading of the goods began to be loaded, and the speed of the unloading of the workers who were already unloading seemed to become faster.

The sailors of the Francis were stunned, not knowing what was happening, their minds were in turmoil, but now these things seemed to be related to them.

"Old Cook, are you serious?"

A sturdy captain grabbed the old sailor's arm, and he asked anxiously, "Is the sea god really angry?"

"Yes, and this time it's coming from us!" said Old Cook, firmly, for he hadn't lied in the first place.

When he was just a teenager and just became a sailor, he experienced a 'Poseidon Fury' - the anger set off a huge wave that overwhelmed the entire island in his sight, and it is no wonder that there is no grass on the island.

Fortunately, the ship he was on at the time was a magic ship, not a crudely built one-time magic ship like the Francis, but a real magic ship.

The whole ship turned into the water element, and it took more than ten minutes for the overwhelming sea water to pass through their bodies, and it took more than ten minutes for the wave to completely leave.

He was impressed by the waves, and he may seem calm now, but in reality, he was filled with irritability.

He didn't have the courage to face that kind of big wave, so he let the captain escape...... At the expense of the disintegration of ships!

The captain's hand that had grabbed his arm was weak, and old Cook hurried away, ignoring the muttering of "It's over" from the captain behind him, which had nothing to do with him in the first place.

On the way back, old Cook had already done everything he could to tell the other ships about it, and believe it or not was their own business, and it had nothing to do with him!

He ran around the harbor and told the others about it in a dry mouth, and spread it ten, hundred, and soon everyone would know about it, but as he walked, he walked......

It's dark!

Old Cook looked up at the sky, and at some point it was already cloudy.

The breeze whipped the linen of old Cook, and it came with the peculiar fishiness of the coast.

"It's windy, it's going to rain......"