"I see the port!"
Moriel's cry immediately attracted the attention of all the witches on board.
"Where?"
"Hey, is it finally here? It's been almost a month and a half..."
"That silver-white light spot is another sailboat, right?"
"Didn't you say that only the Pretty Beauty has traveled this route?"
"A fishing boat, it's a fishing boat."
Everyone lay down on the side of the boat and looked on tiptoe in the direction of Moriel's finger.
Seeing the lively scene in front of him, the old captain Jack One-Eyed smiled and shook his head, and said to the dignified Camilla Derry, "You don't seem very happy? This is a rare good day."
"Where's the good?" The latter replied absentmindedly.
"It's good to go home," Jack shook his pipe. "Isn't it worth celebrating to be able to return to the homeland after a long absence? Don't think I can't see it, you don't call Sleepy Island your home, of course I don't. Say you hate being in the fjords, but there's a difference between shelter and home..."
Camilla fell silent. She didn't know whether the other party's words were correct or not. She only knew that after the letter from Her Royal Highness Tilly was sent back, the number of witches willing to go to the western part of Greycastle increased a lot. From the initial count of five gradually increased to about 80%. If the first group of witches can be properly settled, she really can't tell how many people will be willing to stay on Sleeping Island in the end.
There should have been a secular environment where their homeland was not hostile, and there was no terrifying church. The living conditions were indeed quite different at the beginning, and the customs and habits were also very different from those of the land kingdom, but as long as they persisted for more than ten years, the Sleeping Island would definitely be. getting better. It doesn't even take a generation for the newly awakened witch to regard the island as her true homeland.
After a long time, she whispered, "It would be great if it was as you said."
"Oh?" Jack stroked his beard. "Don't believe in that king?"
"You know?" Camilla looked up.
"Ha, you wrote "I'm not at ease" on your face," the old captain laughed, "remember what it was like when you first set out on a boat three years ago? "
Three years ago... The big butler pondered for a moment. That was when Her Royal Highness Tilly secretly contacted the witch to evacuate the Greycastle. As one of the few captains who had no prejudice against the identity of the witch, Jack and his Pretty Beauty risked being accused and tried. Risk, secretly picked up a large number of witches from the port city. It is precisely because of this that Sleeping Island has forged a deep friendship with the one-eyed captain.
"Are you embarrassed?" she hesitated.
"Embarrassed?" Jack snorted, "How can it be so simple. At that time, you were ashamed, your eyes were dull, and it was okay to say that you were the living dead. Now, do you feel completely different? So the past is the past, and the present is the present. Right now, it's always right to look forward. Several of the witches have been to Neverwinter many times, and if it's a bad place, how could they not have laughed so easily?"
"But nobles are fickles"
"Including you?" The old captain interrupted her, "If I remember correctly, you are also from a noble family, right? On the day you left Greycastle, your clothes were more elaborate than most of the boarding people. I can't afford clothes made of silk. Think about it, what would happen if I hated nobility as much as you do?"
"..." Camilla opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.
Jack One-Eyed slowly let out a breath of white smoke, "I don't think one can judge a person's strengths or weaknesses based on their identity alone. Besides the three gods, who can decide one's own origin? The same is true for witches... You don't think, simply because Is hating witches not fundamentally different from the prejudice you hold?"
The big butler of Sleeping Island suddenly felt a shudder in his heart.
"You may say that it is because you are a noble that you understand what they are like. But don't forget, as long as one person is not like this, your prejudice will cause injustice and harm to him." The old captain paused, " I'm sorry boy... I probably shouldn't have said these things, but I don't want you to be blinded by past experiences and not just on this one. Man, always look forward."
No, no one but him would say that, Camilla thought. Her Royal Highness Tilly must have understood this truth long ago, so she took the initiative to go to Neverwinter City. But she will not tell these blunt words, especially the almost accusatory "there is no essential difference between the two", not because the relationship is estranged, but because they are too close, and even the respect of His Highness for her hinders them. her further exhortation.
In the entire Sleeping Island, only the old captain would call her a child.
Camilla let out a long breath, "Perhaps you're right."
"Really?" Jack chuckled. "As you get older, you will always encounter similar things. If you don't have an optimistic heart, you won't be able to persist at sea for so long. But the days ahead will not be easy."
"why?"
"You have all returned to the mainland kingdom, who else is going to take the Pretty Woman? I heard from the people in the big chambers of commerce that a new ship that doesn't need sails will soon replace the existing ships and become the main merchant ships in the fjords, no matter what. Whether it is the load or the speed, it will be much higher than my old friend, I am afraid that no one will want her to transport the goods."
"Maybe I can talk to Her Royal Highness Tilly..."
"What are you talking about, do you want me to spend the rest of my life?" The old captain put out his pipe, "It's too early, I can still run! In fact, I plan to send you all to Greycastle and then go. Lord Thunder's expedition will try their luck."
"Expedition?" Camilla asked in surprise.
"That's right, cross the Shadow Islands and head to the untouched seas. As long as you find something new, let alone pension money, it's not a problem to open a new business group." Jack One-Eyed turned around and looked at Dahai said in high spirits, "Don't look at my old age and my inflexible legs and feet. When it comes to steering the helm, I can't find a few more competent captains than me in the entire fjord!"
Is that so... Camilla found that it was the first time she knew this seemingly ordinary old man in the fjords, and his expression at the moment was the best portrayal of "looking forward".
"Boss, we're nearing shore!" shouted the lookout on the mast.
"Do you still use me to teach you next?" Jack raised his eyes and stared, "Retract the sails and reduce the speed!"
Camilla looked at the port area and found that all kinds of red banners were hung around the pier, all of which read "Welcome to Neverwinter". There were not only witches, but many ordinary people as well. She even saw a line of eleven or twelve-year-old children, holding a bunch of flowers, standing by the trestle waiting for their arrival.
"This battle is really grand enough," the old captain whistled. "Just because of this sincerity, you should give him more trust, right?" Then he waved his arms to the busy sailors on the deck, "Children, prepare to dock at the port, we have arrived in Neverwinter!"