Pseudo-Villaines

The They Plan

The storm lasted for several hours. The weather and sea are friendly again. As if agreeing to stop each other's rampage. Slowly, the sky brightened and turned blue. A rainbow is visible.

The sea is calm too. The waves that were raging are now asleep. Leave a blow that touches the outside of the ship with a bit rough. The crew is happy. For the umpteenth time, they escaped a deadly storm.

Jean leaned her body against the wall of the wooden ship. Her body is wet and sticky. It was like this it felt like being doused in sea water. Salty and sticky. That's how he thought.

"Hey son, are you okay?"

"Ah, captain Beard. Yeah, I'm fine. This is all thanks to the hard work of you and your men. This was my first time boarding a ship and seeing how great a sailor was."

Captain Beard laughed. His large body was shaken. He patted Jean on the shoulder hard, making Jean grimace a little.

"Haha! You're embarrassing me, son! This is how a sailor should be! For us, storms are common! How son, are you interested in being a sailor!?"

Jean smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"To be honest, I'm not so interested in the captain. However, it seems like traveling on a ship and exploring every country across the ocean there seems to be very exciting."

Captain Beard nodded cheerfully. He clearly agreed with Jean. After all, he was happy when his job as a sailor earned sincere praise.

After chatting for a while longer, Captain Beard left Jean. He wanted to celebrate this success with his men. Jean chuckled as she looked at the carefree captain Beard like a child.

The afternoon changed to afternoon. Slowly, the sun began to set and a twilight light appeared on the western horizon. A cold wind started to blow. It was time for Jean to get back on the boat. He hasn't cleaned himself up at all.

Once inside the ship, an unpleasant smell strikes Jean's nose. Not wrong again, this is the smell of vomit many people. Jean thought this was perfectly natural. This ship was transporting people who had never crossed the sea using a ship before. Including himself. It was only natural that they could not resist the nausea when the ship was bobbing.

There were seven other people occupying this room. In Jean's view, these seven people knew each other. He was the only stranger. Jean doesn't really care. However, when he saw the aura they were emitting, Jean kept her distance from those people.

"Hey buddy! Do you inhabit this room as well?"

One of them starts a conversation with Jean, who is only nodding at her. Unwilling to waste her time, Jean decides to take a nap.

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"Curtain! So arrogant! Hey, let's just kill the kid now! I'm sick of seeing his face!"

One of those who disliked the attitude that Jean showed, was intent on killing him. He had even pulled out a small knife from his pocket. A friend, however, held him.

"Calm down, brother. I don't mind you killing him or doing anything to him. But, if we do that now, suspicions will definitely arise. So, hold yourself."

He clicked his tongue. Despite that, he still heeded his friend's warning and refrained from doing anything that aroused suspicion.

"Boss, I got what you asked for. Here it is."

Someone entered the room where they were. This person was their other partner. I don't know what he brought, obviously, this thing is very valuable to them.

"Normally, we'll get to our destination in three days. Until then, prepare yourself. We can't screw up this plan, no matter what."

Hearing what their leader said, everyone nodded. I don't know what their plans are, only the future will tell him.