1475 Friend Or Foe?
Pang!
A few sweaty and greasy men dropped their barrels to the ground, spilling the rum through the newly formed cracks.
This should've been a problem. However, no one's eyes were focused on this matter.
"Blimey!.. What the hell are those?"
"I must be dreaming. What sort of thing has such a speed if not a boggle?"
"It's... It's... Coming here... It's coming over here!!!!"
"Boggles... A whooping fleet of boggles!"
Everyone froze in time, looking at the speeding creatures approaching the massive docks.
Good Goddess!
What do they do? How do they prepare to fight a boggle if it decides to crush their ships to smithereens?
You look at me; I look at you.
Dammit!
"Get moving, you crazy sons of b**ches! Roe the bloody ships aside! Row the damn bloody ships aside!!!!!!!!!!!"
It was unknown who yelled out first. But the moment the words echoed out, a turbulent storm abruptly filled the scene.
To the left, to the right, to the front, and all directions.
The sweaty blue and dark skin-toned people ran amok in all directions, trying to save whatever they could from disaster.
Do you know how powerful boggles were against their wooden ships? No matter what class/type of boggles appeared, they would be powerful compared to their lumber vessels.
It's very rare of Boggles to head so close to the docks... But this didn't mean it was impossible.
For all they knew, the boggles could reach the docks and smash all their ships to smithereens.
And the worst part of it all was that they would be powerless to do a thing against these tough-skinned creatures.
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Apart from docking on the actual docks, many could choose to anchor on the waters not too far from the docks and use smaller boats to row towards the docking lanes.
When those rowing on the waters spotted the fast-moving boggles, their faces turned pale white from horror.
"F***ing yellow belly bastards! What the hell are you guys waiting for? Row the ships away before we all get crushed!!"
Good Goddess!
Row, row, row, the boats... Gently down the--... Gently?
F*** you! Gently their asses!
The men began to row with the strength of Thor as they secretly prayed to make it through the ordeal.
And while those aboard were rowing the bigger ships with all they had, some had already gotten on the smaller rower costs, using the waves caused by the bigger one to push them to shore quickly.
They placed a few of their treasure chests on the chests and began moving at 'lightning speed.'
Even if their bigger ships sank, these leaders at least wanted their treasures to remain. After all, once sunken, it would be hard to dive in and retrieve it all.
It should be noted that even though they were anchored close to the docks, there was still a vast amount of sea space between them and the sea floors below.
Of course, many in this era could last longer underwater due to their lifestyle and constant reliance on the sea.
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The situation was not rare, as even back on modern Earth, the Bajau people's nomadic lifestyle gave them remarkable changes, enabling them to stay underwater for unbelievable periods.
If one had to picture themselves holding their breath, how long could they last underwater? A minute? Two?
One should note that swimming in a pool or dunking one's head underneath a tub of water wasn't the same as swimming down into the ocean against the massive pressure squeezing one down.
In hindsight, one could last 30 seconds to a minute when heading down into the deep ocean without scuba gear or air tanks.
But for the Bajau people, they could last for up to 13 WHOLE minutes underwater.
Do you know what 13 minutes were? On a sunny day, one could make a good walkthrough several blocks within this time.
But for the Bajau people, they managed to go beyond human standards, proving that any human could adapt to any situation.
Of course, these abilities weren't merely the result of dedicated training.
The Bajau people have lived their lives at sea for generations, so much so they developed special adaptations to their oceanic lifestyle.
And due to the changes, their spleens were 50 percent larger than normal.
Spleens weren't necessary for survival, but they did play a role in the immune system and act as a kind of filter for the blood, removing old red blood cells and recycling iron.
Nevertheless, the spleen held a reserve of blood. And when mammals dive underwater, the spleen contracted, sending reserved, oxygen-rich blood throughout the body.
So, a bigger spleen means more available oxygen when diving.
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The human body can change, just as it had changed from the early man-days.
And just like the Bajau people, what was shocking in Hertfilia, was that almost all sailors and people of the sea had these changes.
It can be said that at least 35% of Hertfilia's population seemed to have mutated their bodies to adapt to life on the seas. What's more, they seemed to have better abilities than those of the Bajau people.
With daggers in their mouths, most pirates could swim down below the vast oceans and last for up to 17 minutes with no worries.
The harshness of medieval times was indescribable... Especially if they had to swim below to recover sunken treasure.
What could they do if they had no scuba gears or air tanks?
Of course, some could only stay for 10, 13, and even 15 minutes underneath.
But staying for 17 minutes wasn't a problem for a small fraction of people.
A majority could stay for 15.
However, even with their abilities, swimming down and recovering heavy treasure from their sunken ships would extend their energy, making the time they had to spend below very limited.
This was why treasure recovery was hard... Even if their ships fell close to the docks.
Dammit!
The men inwardly cried, watching the stream of boggles swim towards them from afar.
Row! Row! Row!
Many rowed with unfathomable strength, thinking of their bad luck for meeting with such a difficult situation.
Everyone was still thinking of their fate when the group of goggles soon became clearer and clearer.
And it was then that they knew they were wrong.
Boom!
Everyone stared with widened eyes at the mighty 'boggles' approaching.
"If in not mistaken... Could these be... Ships?"
True or false?
They were actually ships?
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Many couldn't believe their eyes, seeing the many metal ships advancing towards the scene.
"So tall!!!"
These were the tallest and largest ships they had ever seen in their lives!!!"
Many were already flabbergasted by the fact that metal could stay unsinkable on water. So seeing the two ring ships sail forth ly made their throats dry from disbelief.
Were they drunk from all the rum, or were their eyes no longer working the same?
Many had the impulse to pluck their eyes out, wile them on their clothes for clarity and force them back into their sockets.
But at the same time, the news was quite a stir for some hidden forces.
On a horse, a blue-skinned man squinted his eyes dangerously before making a U-Turn towards the city.
'I have to report this matter to Mr. M!'
The man's eye had a hint of greed flashing in its abyss. 'No matter what? We have to get at least one of the ships or find out the source of these ships!'
Gallop. Gallop.
The horse galloped away with the mysterious man. And just like his case, many also rushed out to report matters to their superiors.
Assassin guilds, Noble estates, the City Lord's palace, the hidden T.O.E.P estates... Many had their lookouts leap away to convey the messengers.
Some stayed back to observe, sending only a few to report the matters.
But no matter what faction they belonged to, everyone had the same thoughts running through their minds.
Who were these strange people? Why were they here in large numbers and fleet of vessels?
War or friendship?
The sun was high up, and summer was here.
This was indeed the time of war... Or were they friends of the Empire?
What to expect?
Many licked their lips with interest, feeling some wave of greed well up within them.
Such ships should belong to the powerful Morgany!
But those in the T.O.E.P knee they didn't... So... Who were they?
Who was the man controlling Such a powerful fleet?
The webs of fate began to spin dangerously.
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"Prepare for battle!"
The order was given out, and the stand-by troops began to move. If these strangers were here against Titarian, their duty was to fight and hold the fort.
If not, they would welcome these strangers in!
That was the standard protocol for such situations, waiting for the word to reach the City Lord's ears.
"Prepare for battle!"
"Prepare for battle!"
Gallop. Gallop. Gallop!~
A thundering group of horses rushed down the many hills towards the leveled plains in wait.
What to do?
Many ships made way, not wanting to get caught up in some terrible situation.
They dared not get involved with the mess.
And soon, the stars of the show had arrived!
War or friendship?
