"The four of them walked into the vast snowfield and never came back."
Someone whispered, telling this almost forgotten story.
"As for the large ship named Morning Advance, it also failed to leave the Silent Sea. Like many other ships that entered the Silent Sea, it remained here forever. The cold exhausted its resources, and the oppression drove the people inside crazy.
They also tried to return, but the low temperature froze the route they came from. They were completely frozen on the ice and could no longer move.
And so, this great voyage ended in such a desperate end. "
He took a step with difficulty and stood on a high place. The view here was very good. The sunlight shone on the white snow, and there was a flowing and overflowing glow everywhere, and shadows were nowhere to hide.
The man sighed and continued.
“Just like the countless failures of their predecessors, they also failed to succeed, and after making so much sacrifice and effort, in the end, nothing changed.
The world entered a new cycle according to its destined trajectory. War and death continued, new city-states were built on the broken ruins, and mankind entered the next era, waiting for the beginning of another cycle.
As for…
As for their story…”
The man thought about it, then sat down cross-legged, scribbled on the parchment and continued to mutter.
"Their story has long been forgotten, just like many other forgotten stories. They are just a small part, easily forgotten, covered with dust, as if they had never existed."
The man finished the story, his eyes under the eye mask showing a hint of sadness as he continued to gaze into the distance. Soon, footsteps were heard approaching, and the man was cursing.
"We're not dead yet? What are you mumbling about?"
Lorenzo approached Floki, who had been mumbling something in a mysterious voice, which sounded like the end of this journey.
"As for our ending, I wonder how future generations will sing about us after we fail."
Floki put away the parchment and replied.
"You look like a frustrated bard." The plague doctor followed and glanced at Floki, then walked forward.
"I am indeed a bard. Every time I sail, I always bring a bard with me. If I die, I will let him sing the story... Although most of the time I am the one who survives."
Floki reminisced about the past, "So I became my own poet."
"I think you might need a Florend potion to sober up."
Lorenzo said this as he took difficult steps. Few people had come here in hundreds of years, and the snow was so thick that every step he took almost reached Lorenzo's knees, making it extremely difficult for him to walk.
"No, I'm sober." Floki thought of something and asked, "Holmes, have you ever thought about your own end?"
He followed behind Lorenzo and the plague doctor. Compared to these two, Floki's physical strength seemed to be a little weaker. In order to conserve his strength, his speed was slower than these people.
"We come into this world, and from the moment we take a breath, our lives begin to count down. It can be said that our whole life is for death, but death is too harsh and too cold."