Life at sea was nowhere near as interesting as he had imagined.
Colin understood that deeply.
Today was the third day since the Black Gull had set sail.
Through his uncle Paddy's connections, he had come aboard as an apprentice sailor. He had thought it would be just as the bard described: battling raging winds and waves, singing his heart out on nights filled with the scent of fine wine and food, and gripping a sharp knife as he fought Pirates to the death.
But in reality, over these three whole days, all that had been left to him was work that seemed endless, work that could never be finished.
Mending ropes, hauling sail lines, cleaning the deck, pumping water and plugging leaks...
The brutally intense tasks made Colin feel that on several occasions, when he returned to rest on the straw mat squeezed into a gap in the cargo hold, he had simply passed out from exhaustion.
It was just like that time he had come face-to-face with a Goblin at close range, an experience that had extinguished his longing to become an "Adventurer."
Life aboard the Black Gull, with its cruel reality, had also shattered the fantasies in his heart about "Sailors" and "seafaring."
A young man's passion came quickly and faded just as quickly.
But after all, he was no young master from some noble family. Even if, as the second son of his family, he had grown up spoiled by his parents and elder brother, he was ultimately still an ordinary person from a small village.
Colin would not simply slack off and throw a tantrum just because reality differed from what he had imagined.
He even became more hardworking, showing a sense of responsibility his peers did not possess, and did his best to complete