Diego woke up to a commotion.
He got up from the hammock and saw that most of the soldiers were still asleep, and only a few had left the cabin.
He put on his leather armor and walked out of the crew compartment with a gun on his back.
He first went to the kitchen and served a bowl of oatmeal porridge mixed with dried fish, hard meat and sun-dried porcini mushrooms.
Truth be told, the taste of this porridge is really hard to swallow, but it's a hot meal, and it's much better than nibbling on cold and hard dry food.
Walking up the deck, Diego saw some sailors busily scrubbing the deck, grease the masts and sail booms.
Some of the sailors were maneuvering the sails under the command of the sailman, climbing up and down the spider-like web-like sail ropes, constantly adjusting the angle of each sail, sometimes retracting and sometimes loosening them from the boom to get the maximum wind power out of the ship.
Under the leadership of the gunner, the gunners pushed hundreds of pounds of cannons all the way to carry out artillery training, and they were so tired that they were panting and sweating.
Watching the sailors go about their work, a layman like Diego couldn't get involved at all.
However, Kraz did not let them sit idle, and when the sea was lighter, he would let the two boats come closer, so that novices like Diego could train how not to fall into the water when jumping gangs.
After a few training sessions, Diego and Masrae have fully mastered this technique of walking on undulating decks.
As a high-end combat force, Kraz did not require them to be mixed with the mercenaries all the time to conduct the most basic queue training and formation coordination.
They serve as the final hole cards.
This preferential treatment can still be enjoyed.
To be honest, this group of mercenaries of various races is not good at training, and they really can't fight together.
Because of the irascible orcs, the slow-moving minotaurs, and of course the greedy humans, Diego even saw a black iron dwarf in the crowd dressed in thick steel plate armor.
I really don't know what he thinks, he wears it like a scale, once it falls into the water, except for sinking directly to the bottom.
Is there anything else?
However, Kraz didn't expect this rabble to cooperate tacitly.
All he wanted was that they would not be like a plate of loose sand, which would collapse at the slightest touch, or that they would accidentally injure their allies in battle.
Sometimes, Diego would climb up to the mast watchtower and look around.
Due to the presence of Eagle Eye, none of the three lookouts on the ship could see as far as him.
After getting used to the heights and the swaying of the mast, Diego found himself falling in love with the feeling of looking out over the horizon.
When a man stands on a high place, there is a void in front of him, in front and on the left and right, and when the battleship rides the wind and waves and glides on the surface of the sea, the sea breeze flows under his outstretched arms, for a moment.
Diego felt like a free-flying seabird, freed from the constraints of the earth and spreading his wings above the sky.
Facing the sea breeze, soaking up the sun, watching the sea pass under your feet.
At that moment, Diego felt completely free, and if it weren't for the remnants of his sanity that bound his feet, he would even have the urge to jump off the mast.
"Just let it go.
Let it rain tears......"
Diego hummed inwardly, he couldn't remember when he had heard it in his previous life.
He couldn't remember the lyrics, he couldn't find the tune, but he wanted to sing it, and then, standing on the high watchtower, he tore open his throat and sang aloud.
In the midday sun, at the highest point of the Goddess of the Waves, a human pentatonic song rang out.
Just let it go, Let it rain tears, Love is always struggling.
Thoughts of you, Tormented over and over again, Can't face my own silent face......
Diego sang to his heart's content, he used Chinese, no one on the deck could understand, but Diego still sang loudly, to be honest, even in his previous life, Diego rarely sang, never went to KTV, he didn't know what singing was at all, what techniques were at all, he only knew that he roared and roared, high-pitched and passionate, and a good sentimental light rock was sung by him like heavy metal.
The sailors on deck looked at him like a madman, and many were worried that this crazy lookout would miss the enemy ship and fall behind in a possible naval battle.
However, the Marines were a very special kind of army, and although they had to stay on the ships and were often under the command of the captains, they were not directly under the fleet, but under the command of Captain Kratz.
So they can't do anything about this human being, as for those mercenaries who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, what else can they do except coax the seedlings?
"Well sung, one more!"
More than one mercenary shouted this from the deck.
Diego paid no attention to anyone, and he screamed over and over again as if no one was on the mast, until his voice was hoarse and completely unable to speak.
He straightened his legs, sat in the mast, tears flowing like a stream, this is an emotional release, but also a hysterical vent, but also a farewell to that love - like a formal farewell ceremony, after completing the revenge, he needs an opportunity to get rid of the grief and depression, free himself, let go of his heart.
He sat like this, looking at the white clouds drifting slowly, the seabirds flying freely, and the waves stirred up by the flying Osprey in front of him, thinking about nothing, his mind was blank.
The uproar caused by this concert lasted for a long time.
It wasn't until Kraz, who was attending the meeting in the cabin, stepped onto the deck and yelled at Diego that the farce subsided.
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But Kraz didn't have much to say, because Diego didn't do anything but sing, and he had never heard of a rule on a warship that he was not allowed to sing on the mast, so the matter was over.
But anyway, after a vent, Diego felt much better.
However, his behavior was also a bad start, because from that day on, from time to time, drunken mercenaries crept up and howled in their throats.
Later, this incident was also spread to the flying Osprey, and there was no shortage of imitators.
Eventually, the fleet had to introduce a new rule forbidding anyone other than the lookout to climb the mast, and the tide subsided, much to the dismay of the mercenaries who had not yet had time to mount the mast.
The days are back to a boring rhythm, and a day is training except training.
The fleet had been cruising for a long time in the wild coastal waters to the east, which was the place where the Bloodsail pirates were found in the intelligence, but after several days, they still did not find the shadow of the pirates, and the mood of the people gradually became irritable.
This went on for about a week, and just when everyone thought they were going to go home empty-handed—in fact, many were secretly relieved—on the morning of that day, the lookout post on the mast suddenly shouted: "Three compass points on the starboard stern, two large ships, it's pirates, yes, I see the skull flag!"
“ After a few seconds, he shouted again: "We've got to hurry, Captain, I bet they've spotted us too, pulling up the mast!"
” …… Note: I listened to the song in this chapter is Wu Bai's version of "Forget It", you can listen to it.
(To be continued)