Having recorded the recent events, Charles laid down his pen and waited for the ink to dry before closing the journal.
He pulled out his revolver, which had been kept in calcified water, and holstered it at his waist, then he began his first round of inspection on the Unicorne—a duty that couldn't stop for even a day as long as they were at sea.
The first stop was always the deck. Emerging from the cabin, Charles saw Second Officer Feierbahah sitting at the bow, busily scraping barnacles off a turtle with a knife amidst the sailors cleaning the deck.
"Do you have such a love for the beings of the sea?"
The Second Officer paused his work and turned with a look of surprise. "Captain, why would you say that?"
Seeing his Captain gesture toward the turtle in his hands, Feierbahah chuckled lightly.
