As the liner wobbled, it passed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.
A small harbor appeared in the eyes of the captain, sailors, and passengers through the gloomy curtain of rain.
Before long, a man in his thirties wearing a blue uniform, holding a black umbrella, and holding a glass lantern appeared at the harbor. He used a rather standard action to command the liner to dock.
"Hey, buddies, where did you come from?" the man shouted as he watched the gangway descend.
After his voice was mostly swallowed by the wind and rain, it successfully reached the interior of the liner and entered Alfred's ears.
"Do you know where this place is?" Alfred cautiously glanced at his adjutant and squire.
He wasn't wearing his admiral's attire. Instead, he was wearing a black trench coat that was commonly seen in Baekeland. His brilliant blond hair casually hung down, and his blue eyes resembled a deep lake in the forest.
The adjutant with neatly combed hair shook his head, indicating that he wasn't sure.
Then, he explained, "The storm from before made me lose my way."
At this moment, the captain held an umbrella and came to the side of the ship.
He replied to the man, "We set off from East Balam two days ago and unfortunately encountered a storm.
"Which harbor is this?"
The man's eyes darted around as he didn't give a direct answer.
Instead, he yelled, "Wait a moment."
He then turned around and ran towards the buildings near the harbor with his umbrella and lantern in hand.
Such a reaction was somewhat out of the expectations of Alfred and the other passengers, but to the experienced captain and first mate, it wasn't surprising. They had encountered many unconventional incidents at many ports in the Berserk Sea. This made them rather patient as they waited for the subsequent developments.
Five or six minutes later, the man ran over with a girl in tow.
The lady didn't hold an umbrella. She was wearing a hooded raincoat smeared with Donningsman Tree sap.
After the two approached the liner, under the watchful eyes of the gun-wielding sailors, they walked up the gangway to the deck.
At this distance, most passengers could see their faces clearly.
The man had brown hair, brown eyes, and rough skin. At first glance, one could tell that he was from the lowest rung of society. The woman was in her twenties. Her eyes were lake green, and she had long, flaxen hair. A few strands of wet hair fell on her face, giving her a sense of purity and charm.
This was a rather beautiful woman with a wild temperament.
"Everyone, this is Port Utopia." "My name is Theodore. I'm the temporary commander of the port."
As he spoke, he laughed, as if he was happy that he had invented such a powerful position.
Of course, the captain knew what the so-called "temporary port commander" meant. He did not take the sudden happiness of this small fry to heart.
He frowned slightly and said,
"Utopia Port? Why haven't I heard of it? "
Theodore glanced at him.
"I've heard that phrase many times.
"Heh, if it wasn't for that storm that deserved to be kicked in the ass by a donkey, you might never have come here in your entire life!"
Without waiting for him to say anything else, the woman spoke first, "Port Utopia isn't on a safe sea route.
Usually, only ships that understand these waters and know of this place will come to replenish their supplies. "
Does that mean that the main users of this port are pirates? How could the captain not hear between the lines? And at such a time, it was a tacit agreement not to expose her to protect both parties.
He grunted and said, "Yes.
"You are?"
"My name is Trish." The woman smiled. "I'm the owner of the port hotel, and also the receptionist and waiter."
She looked around and said, "I'm sorry.
"The storm is very strong and the ship will be very bumpy. Staying here to rest is not a very wise choice. The hotel will provide you with a stable bed, sufficient hot water, clean food, warm blankets, and an environment that reminds you of your home. It only costs ten pence a night. I'm talking about one room.
"Other than that, you can also drink in the bar next door and enjoy the warm hospitality."
It was obvious that this woman was here to solicit business.
The captain was rather vigilant and didn't respond to her directly.
"I can't make decisions for the passengers. It's their freedom to choose. Of course, as the captain, I'll stay here with my crew."
Trish maintained her smile and said:
"I will wait at the hotel for the guests who are willing to disembark."
She seemed to have received a certain amount of education, and was not like the girls whom the crew had met in other ports, hot and shrewd, full of profanity.
Just as Trish turned around and was about to return, Theodore approached her and said with a sullen face,
"You should thank me for telling you the news as soon as possible."
As he spoke, his right hand brushed against Trish's buttocks and pinched it fiercely.
Pa!
Trish slapped his hand away, and cursed sharply:
"You bastard who deserves to have your ass fucked by a donkey!"
She took a few quick steps and left the liner along the gangway.
Theodore waved his hand and cursed with an even wider smile.
"What a bitch!"
This scene caused many of the passengers in the cabin to be moved.
To them, the greatest flaw on the ship was boredom, and there were bars in the harbor.
This meant that they could encounter cheap street girls. They were different from those in the Northern Continent or the Southern Continent, with local characteristics.
If they were lucky or were willing to spend a lot of money, they might even be able to get that wild beauty to sleep with them!
Instantly, many passengers packed their luggage and prepared to head for the harbor hotel.
Upon seeing this, Alfred's aide-de-camp asked:
"Admiral, are we disembarking?"
Alfred slowly shook his head.
"We don't know anything about this place. We have to be cautious. Staying on the ship is the best choice. "
The aide-de-camp didn't have any objections to this.
He only asked worriedly, "What about those who have already disembarked?"
"That's their choice." Alfred looked out the window without any expression. "If an accident happens, we can only protect more people, unless the matter isn't serious and can be easily resolved."
With that said, he turned to look at the aide-de-camp and his squires.
"Take turns keeping watch tonight to prevent any accidents."
Having interacted with the Charismatic Order, Rose School, and other organizations in the Southern Continent, Alfred was instinctively wary of unfamiliar places.
After exchanging views with the captain, Alfred lay in bed and listened to the wind lashing against the glass windows and the torrential rain lashing against the deck. He calmly prepared to sleep.
At this moment, he heard a melancholic melody coming from the direction of the harbor.
It seemed to come from a flute. It was intermittent in the storm, like a human whimper.
Alfred was instantly immersed in the music and environment, as though he had returned to the Baekeland that always appeared in his dreams. He had returned to the different emotions of his childhood's happiness and troubles.
He shook his head abruptly and shook off the feeling. He realized that it wasn't a mental influence, but a reaction that a normal person would have.
Alfred got out of bed and walked to the window. He used his Sheriff Beyonder powers to confirm that the music he had just heard came from the cheap hotel.
It's not the guests who have disembarked the ship. Their goals are very clear, and they wouldn't be in the mood to play such a melody … There are already passengers in Utopia Harbor, or is it the boss and attendant named Tracey? If it's her, she's a lady with a story … Alfred sighed and retracted his gaze, no longer paying attention to it.
Although he was curious, he didn't have any thoughts of disembarking the ship.
Soon, the flute stopped, and the harbor hotel returned to silence. Nothing unexpected happened.
Just like that, time ticked by. As the storm stopped, the sky gradually brightened.
At eight in the morning, the passengers who had left the ship returned one after another. All of them had weak footsteps and haggard expressions.
When the sailors saw this, they immediately laughed.
"The chicks here seem pretty good!"
The passengers shook their heads in unison, revealing looks of regret.
One of them rubbed his temples and said, "The Lanti Proof here isn't bad.
"The Lie Lang Proof here is very good. It's cheaper than other places. I accidentally drank too much and fell asleep. I don't know if something happened between me and that cute girl. Sigh, the moment I woke up, the ship was about to set sail. I have no memory of what I did after getting drunk. Praise the Lady. 'She' made me lie in bed and not sleep in the rain. "
The other passengers echoed, expressing that they had similar experiences.
Of course, everyone had different details. For example, a particular passenger praised the desserts in the cheap hotel's breakfast.
As the sailors regretted not being able to drink the cheap and good Lanti Proof, they began to tease the passengers.
"Perhaps the person you spent the night with wasn't a chick here, but a burly man like Theodore. Anyway, you were so drunk that there's no way of knowing what happened!"
"Haha, have a good pat on your butts!"
Amidst the lively atmosphere, the sailors put away the gangway, raised the sails, and let the liner set sail.
After they passed through a rather gloomy region of the sea and returned to the familiar safe sea route, Alfred finally relaxed completely. He smiled at his adjutant and squire, saying, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to escape.
He smiled at his adjutant and squire and said, "We can mark this place on our map and write that the liquor and desserts are pretty good. Yes, the girls have their own characteristics."
After a few more days of sailing, the liner finally arrived at Desi Bay's Eskelson Harbor along the winding and safe sea route.
Alfred maintained the demeanor of a noble and his social instincts. He visited the high-ranking members of the nearby military base and shared a wonderful dinner with them.
When he returned to his father's holiday villa, he was surprised to find that the squire he had sent to look for information was a little pale.
"What's wrong?" Alfred immediately reined in his lax demeanor.
The squire suppressed his voice and said,
"General, none of the kingdom's official maps have Utopia Harbor marked."
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