"What's wrong?" Schiller asked when he saw the Viking's expression change slightly. "Are you scared?"
The Viking kept his head lowered as he sorted out the fishing line. "My dad said that no one who came from there was a good person. I didn't expect there to be university professors there too."
"Of course there are. It's a big city, after all. By the way, have you been to college?" Schiller chatted idly with the Viking to distract himself. After all, he was afraid he might actually get seasick.
The Viking shook his head. "I only graduated high school a few months ago. My dad wanted me to go to college, but I didn't. I don't like being too far from the sea. This place raised me."
"You just graduated high school???" Schiller looked him up and down, unable to tell that he was only eighteen or nineteen.
Even if white people generally looked older than their age, and a beard made someone seem even older, his broad build and massive frame made him look nothing like a teenager.
"That's why they call me Viking. They think I'm too strong-looking, like a pirate." Having finished sorting the line, Viking stood up, walked to the side of the boat, and cast his rod to test it.
Schiller walked over and stood beside him, looking out over the boundless sea. "I never saw the ocean while I was growing up. This is my first time taking a vacation by the sea too. It really does feel wonderful. I can understand why you like this place so much."
Viking turned toward him, raising his brows in surprise. "Shouldn't university professors go on beach vacations all the time? ...Wait, does that mean you can't swim?"
Schiller nodded. "Theoretically speaking, I've never swum before. If