Jerome Bonaparte continued to chat idly with the captain for a long time, until the cargo ship finished unloading and was ready to return to Marseille Port. It was then that the captain excused himself and left Jerome Bonaparte.
Sitting alone by the porthole, Jerome Bonaparte stared blankly at the azure sea, feeling a slight sense of unease and anxiety growing within him.
This feeling was completely different from the state of mind he had while commanding in London and Rome.
"Can I really lead them to victory?" Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but murmur softly, recalling the scene at his cousin's window, where he promised that the eagle flag of Bonaparte would fly over France.
"I have no way back now!" Jerome Bonaparte's eyes turned from confused to resolute.
He was now carrying the dreams of too many people and no longer had the right to capriciously say he would give up.
The Bonaparte Clan would either become the ruling family of France or be nothing.
