Bayam, Port District.
Ships of varying drafts lay at their berths. Thick hemp ropes stretched taut, securing these wooden or partially ironclad behemoths to iron bollards on the shore.
Whew... hopefully this treasure hunt will go a little more smoothly. Lorne mingled with the crowd at the docks, silently praying. The last one really put me through the wringer... please, no more of that kind of excitement this time...
No, look on the bright side. Things were dangerous in the Mind World last time, but nothing actually went wrong. It even turned out to be a blessing in disguise...
I just don't know what this supposed "treasure" actually is.
Oh... found it.
This should be the ship.
Reining in his wandering thoughts, he followed the berth number the branch manager had given him to a relatively quiet, less crowded corner of the docks. There, he found the ship the company had prepared for him.
It was a small cargo vessel with sleek lines. Judging by its size, it was roughly twice as large as an ordinary deep-sea fishing boat, but beside the large freighters that routinely weighed hundreds of tons, it was an inconspicuous little thing. Among cargo vessels, it definitely belonged to the smallest class. It used a steam turbine rather than sails, which, combined with its size, made it much faster than an ordinary ship.
"Hmm, not bad." Lorne looked it over and nodded in satisfaction.
This ship suited his tastes perfectly.
"Maybe I could buy a shipyard and design some ships myself," Lorne mused, rubbing his chin.
Large ships might be beyond me, but a few speedboats and pleasure cruisers should be manageable...
Although he had never ridden on a yacht before transmigrating, he had at least seen what they looked like. In this era, the advanced