"We are fifteen nautical miles from land!"
On the morning of the third day, the shout from the lookout at the foremast was scattered across the deck by the sea breeze.
The first mate arrived at the bow with the crisp sound of his boots, opened a monocular and gazed into the distance, where the outline of the horizon vaguely appeared.
"Finally arriving..." the young first mate murmured to himself, taking out his pocket watch and opening the cover, revealing a photo of a beautiful girl. "Selena, wait for me to return as a hero..."
Dong—Dong—Dong—
The sound of the bell suddenly rang on the deck, accompanied by a short whistle from the nearby ironclad.
The Time of Silence had arrived.
Sailors ran around, fixing themselves under the mast or clutching the railings, just like the previous times. Ever since three unfortunate fellows were swallowed by the Time of Silence after making footsteps due to rocking, no one dared to rely on experience to ignore it.
