"Everyone knows how to sail? That's not bad."
Qin Shaofeng nodded in satisfaction, but his expression suddenly turned ferocious. "If you know how to sail, what are you standing around for? Get moving already!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
The dozen or so people immediately sprang up, most of them racing toward the bow.
No matter where they were going, they first had to get the ship out of the harbor.
Even if it was only to put some distance between themselves and this young God of Slaughter, it was still worth it!
But not all of them moved.
The fellow who had just said he had worked aboard ships wore a grim expression as he asked, "Young master, where are we going?"
"Leave the harbor first. We'll talk after that."
Qin Shaofeng answered casually.
That single sentence made the man smile bitterly. "Young master, if we're merely leaving the harbor, those men can handle it, though not one of them is an experienced enough sailor."
"But I really have gone to sea with fleets several times. I know very well how dangerous the ocean can be."
"Even without a sea chart, we could easily lose ourselves in the vast sea."
"We don't even know where we're going now. It's fine while we've only just left the harbor, but if we travel any farther, I'm afraid we won't even be able to find a suitable route when the time comes."
"Oh?"
Qin Shaofeng had never gone out to sea himself.
Even back on Earth, communications had been so advanced that there had been no need to worry about such things.
But this was the Great Northern Wasteland.
What this young man said really could happen.
And as he began to ponder it, he felt the ship start to move, and at no