He had boarded this fishing boat and expended such considerable effort to inspect it not to squander his energy.
His only true purpose was to ascertain which island this vessel hailed from, thereby deducing his own location.
'What a pity... Had the table that should hold the sea charts not been utterly empty, I could have determined my position earlier.' Colin shifted his gaze to the nearby table.
The next second, he suddenly looked up.
Because the two figures had begun to speak.
"Jack, how much longer until we reach the fishing grounds?"
The red-haired youth on the left suddenly asked the old man beside him, not turning his head and continually watching the sea with a slight trace of worry on his face.
"About ten minutes," the old Jack standing beside him replied.
His tone was as meticulous as his neatly combed white hair, and his strong muscles bulged beneath his worn linen shortsleeve.
He appeared to be a Great Knight.
