The sea waves rippled.
"My lord, Far-Sail Port is up ahead. We do not have much vegetables left aboard—should we replenish our supplies at Far-Sail Port?"
While the fleet was still some distance from Far-Sail Port, the first mate in charge of the vegetable, grain, and water reserves went to the fleet commander's cabin and made his suggestion.
"Fine. We'll dock at Far-Sail Port for a while." After pondering for a moment, the fleet commander agreed.
For everyone living aboard the fleet, having no vegetables was absolutely not a good thing. It could easily lead to scurvy.
Scurvy had once been a disease that gravely threatened sailors' health. Over the past thousand years, it had spread widely among sailors, explorers, and armies, especially those on long sea voyages, earning it the name "the sailor's terror."
However, several centuries ago, it had been discovered that the disease was related to diet. Orange juice and lemon juice could treat and prevent scurvy, so vegetables were indispensable aboard ships.
"Oh, right. Remember to buy foods that can be stored for longer. This expedition will take a long time. Buy fewer vegetables that cannot be preserved." Calling back the Knight who had turned to leave, the fleet commander added, "You must understand that we do not have much time. We need to speed up the next leg of our journey to ensure that we reach the battlefield on time. This time, our supplies must be fully stocked."
The commander's expression was grave. His gaze fell on the first mate as he said earnestly, "You are one of my most capable subordinates. I hope you can handle this matter well."
"Please rest assured, my lord. I will do everything I can to handle it properly. Once we reach the port ahead, I will immediately take