"A joyous celebration of our first day out of the Abyss!"
"A joyous celebration of our second day out of the Abyss!"
"The Captain's Office hosts a major event: 'Remembering the past, envisioning the future'"; "Ten-thousand-person gathering officially held on the deck level"; "Rice wine stocks running low"; "Mass brawl breaks out in Sector Three"...
The reporters aboard the ship continued to carry out their duties, faithfully recording everything that happened in their little society... As for why a brawl had broken out? Obviously, once they had escaped danger and suddenly relaxed, of course they would get into fights.
The celebrations for their escape from the Abyss lasted a week.
In fact, the Steamship's supplies had long since run out, including alcohol and seasonings. The variety of goods produced by a mere twelve thousand people could not possibly compare with that of an entire civilization.
But the Macrosteel People still celebrated heartily with what they had.
Compared with the Abyss, the Demon God's Sea was far, far richer in resources. The salt in its seawater could be extracted with ease.
Catching a few fish and shrimp and harvesting some seaweed was enough to cook an incredibly delicious meal.
Everyone ate to their heart's content. In the Abyss, having enough to eat was already an achievement. How could they possibly have eaten well?! As for now, they might not have been able to beat the Abyss's monsters, but dealing with ordinary creatures in the Demon God's Sea was well within their abilities.
The thought brought tears to their eyes again. The dining hall and corridors were full of Bearded People chatting away on overstuffed stomachs.
"What will I do when I get back? I'm planning to have a big, healthy baby boy with my wife and settle into retirement."
"This hair-raising