At dawn, Victor stood alone on the broad deck.
He gazed at the distant horizon as the morning sun slowly rose. Its warm rays shone upon him, making him feel quite comfortable.
The sea was unusually calm, without even the slightest breeze brushing across its surface. The water was as smooth and delicate as a mirror, clearly reflecting the sun and clouds in the sky.
The entire sea had been dyed a captivating orange by the rising sun, a breathtaking sight beyond compare.
Victor muttered to himself, "What a pity Brando is still asleep. Otherwise, I could use this chance to explain the principles of the water's surface to him."
Because time had been tight last night, Alex had decided to bring everyone aboard overnight and set sail early in the morning, so no one had gotten much rest.
After the ship departed at daybreak, and with everyone suffering a little from seasickness, they had all returned to their cabins to sleep. Brando, James, and the others were still asleep, naturally missing the beautiful scene before them.
Victor, on the other hand, was far more energetic. Curious about the Tears of God Inland Sea, he had not gone to sleep and remained alone on deck. The sailors sensibly did not disturb him.
After seeing the beauty before him, Victor felt somewhat regretful. He did not know whether he would be able to witness such a sight again during the rest of the journey.
Just as Victor decided to continue admiring the view, a voice rang out. "What lies before you is one of the Inland Sea's unique sights, though for those who have sailed here all year round, we have seen it far too often!"
"Lord Victor, why have you not gone to rest? Are you still on deck admiring