Sailing is a very unromantic thing.
Especially when you have to drive the whole boat by yourself.
Ask couldn't remember how many times Nora had complained. Of course, he didn't regret his decision to drive the synths off the ship. After all, they were the eyes and ears of the Church. God knows whether the Church had set up some "crackling" orders in their programs to be executed as soon as they saw Mount Paradise.
After driving away the synths, there was only Nora left in the entire team. She had taken courses as a military nun and could drive vehicles such as cars and ships, so the task of driving the ship was given to Nora.
Of course, it refers to a series of matters surrounding the entire process of sailing, such as raising the anchor, starting the ship, steering, etc., which were originally divided into groups among the synthetic sailors on the ship. Now, all of them are piled on Nora. It is no wonder that she is dissatisfied.
Fortunately, Peggy also showed an interest in sailing. As early as two years ago, when everyone left Constantinople, it was Nora who was responsible for teaching her how to drive.
Therefore, Nora took the "Emergency Manual for Manual Ship Operation during Special Periods of Demonic Tides" on the ship and explained it to Peggy word by word.
“… Look, like this, the boat will slowly turn the corner!”
"So slow!" Peggy said in disgust. If you didn't look carefully, it would be hard to tell that the ship was turning.
"That's how ships work." Nora stood up and looked at the sky outside the porthole. "It's almost evening. I'll go make dinner for you."
Thanks to the existence of Hearth Island, supplies were not a problem at all. However, Nora said she wanted to try the kitchen on the ship, so she brought the ingredients on board to cook.
Why would there be a kitchen on a ship filled with only synthetic humans
After shifting the ship's speed to the slowest gear, Nora went back to Hearth Island to get food, while Peggy continued to study the various dials in the captain's room, comparing them carefully with the manual.
Ask felt a little bored, so he left the captain's room and went up on deck. At this time, the ship had sailed out of the Strait of Gibraltar and out of the range of the dark sky. The bright sunshine at 4 o'clock in the afternoon shone down, illuminating the surging ocean with dots of gold and pieces of light scales, like broken gems on blue satin.
Eleanor stayed on the bridge at the top of the tower, responsible for observing the situation in the surrounding sea. The others stayed on Hearthfire Island or wandered around the ship. For a moment, no one knew where anyone was.
After watching the sea boredly on the deck for a few minutes, Ask heard Sidlifa's voice behind him.
"Hey, Captain, are you ready to fish with me?"
"Fishing?" Ask was puzzled.
"Yes." Sidlifa showed a look of "You still remember" and said, "Didn't I say that I would take you fishing in the arena in Constantinople?"
Ask:
If he had the ability of Sherlock Holmes to organize and store memories into categories, and put his memories of the time travel into a book, then he only needed to turn to the thirty-sixth chapter of the first volume, and he would recall that Sidlifa had indeed said something similar to him.
However, he was just a professional player, not a famous detective, so he could only rack his brains to recall "Did this really happen?", and then confirm that he really couldn't remember it, so he could only pretend "Of course, I remember this happening" and nodded calmly to Sidlifa.