They pushed a total of four of these things into the water, and there was no movement for two quarter-hours, presumably giving time for meal preparation.
At 6:45 AM, there was another whistle from the large ship, ringing out three times, and all the youths on the ships raised their heads to look toward that direction.
A tall and sturdy figure stood on the deck, dressed in fitting garments, with strong arm bands, long hair fluttering in the morning breeze, holding a thick and heavy fish spear. Pei Ye had never seen this type of weapon before; it seemed to belong to exotic weapons.
In the thin mist, there was clearly only a vague silhouette, but as soon as he stepped up there, voices started to echo from all the ships in succession.
"Who is that? Who is that?" Zhao Bao whispered beside his third uncle.
Xu San also stood up, straight and gazing toward the figure with reverence: "Master Chou."
"...That's the Dock Master of Yanwu?! What's the Dock Master's name?"
