Pirate Guan Cheng

Only after the typhoon had passed did Gan Ning and the others continue on their journey. After that wave of attacks, everyone had finally recognized the dangers of the sea, and they no longer had the sort of attitude that put Heaven first, Earth second, and themselves third.

Well, now it was Heaven first, Earth second, the sea third, and us fourth...

Fortunately, the sea had no difficult terrain or impassable roads to worry about. As long as the wind was favorable—or they rowed hard enough—their speed was still guaranteed. Half a month later, they passed Xuzhou and entered Qingzhou territory.

This was not because their guide was particularly capable or knew all the northern routes. It was because whenever Gan Ning saw people by the shore, he crossed the sea to ask for directions. That was how he learned they had already reached Qingzhou's Donglai territory. Once they went around the Jiaodong Peninsula, they would be able to enter Qi Commandery.

(There was no such thing as the Jiaodong Peninsula yet. Who knew what it was called at this time?)

Although there was nothing but seawater as far as the eye could see, Gan Ning could never get enough of it. Every day, whenever he had nothing else to do, he stood at the bow and enjoyed the breeze.

While Gan Ning was daydreaming at the bow that day, he suddenly saw a group of black dots along the coastline charging toward him at incredible speed. Gan Ning froze for a moment, then blinked and asked the person beside him, "Damn it, look over there. Why does that aggressive formation look like water bandits?"

"Chief, this is the open sea. Shouldn't they be called pirates?" Yan Yu scratched his head.

"You make a good point. They should be called