All right, bastards!　Let's set sail!

Hey!

　Douglas's vigorous voice echoes, and the sailors all run up the shroud to the sails on the masts at once.

　It's nice to see so many sailors moving so briskly.

How can they climb that fast when there's only a rope attached to it?

They're used to it. It's not a big deal.

　My exclamation was answered by Douglas, who was nearby. For claiming it was nothing, his expression was somewhat proud of himself.

　I have spatial magic and shields and such, so I'll probably be fine if I fall, but the sailors won't be able to do so. The more I climb up, the more I get separated from the ground and the more fear is stirred up.

　Even more precarious foothold ropes. It would be shaken by the wind and the other sailors running up.

　I can walk in the air with my shield because of the transference, which is an absolute insurance policy. Without it, I would only climb a few meters above the ground at best.

　As I watched the sailors climb one mast after another, it wasn't long before they reached their respective sails.

　The main mast is about 30 meters high from the sea. The view of the sea from there must be quite beautiful.

　But there is only a rope near the mast. I'm afraid of that, so I'll let you enter the observation platform at the top.

　There's a good foothold up there, and I can sit on it if I'm big enough.

Are you guys ready to go?

Hey!

　The sailors attached to their respective yards responded.

　I've always had the impression that seafarers are rough and tumble like adventurers, but they are surprisingly solid. Since the ship is a vehicle that cannot be moved alone, it cannot be served by uncoordinated and lazy people.

　Just by looking at the series of movements up to this point, you can tell that these sailors are solid people.

　Douglas took a look at the crew and the ship and took a deep breath.

'Set sail!

　Douglas's loud voice rang out, and the sailors promptly untied the ropes.

　A shrill shrill sound of cloth and sails rubbing against each other, the clatter of fittings, and the white sails spread out with a slurish slurish............................



It's not a small boat. You're crazy!

　When I turned my gaze to him, Douglas replied curtly with a hefty mouth.

　Maybe it's because a certain pirate cartoon is famous, but I can't help but think of the sails spreading out in a buzz.

　While we were looking at the spreading sails with a delicate face, a pleasant sound of spreading sails could be heard from a small boat that was anchored nearby.



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　I thought that the sails would spread by themselves if I unraveled the rope, but it was different.

　The sails didn't seem to spread by themselves even after unraveling the rope, so they had to be pulled by the rope.

　Douglas took Rumba, Irvine, and Malt, his men, and pulled the rope, and finally the sail widened.

　And now in front of me were the three of them, who had been used as physical laborers.

"Huh.........huh.......I can't do this anymore....... My arms ain't strong enough.

'I thought it was cloth and licked it. Sails must be pretty heavy.

Are you that tired?　It was pretty fun, like tug of war, huh?

　Irvine and Malt slumped down, but Roomba was kerpless.

　The sails that Roomba pulled were the only ones that spread out so fast. Even the sailors, who were proud of their strength, were amazed.

"After all, a ship has to have wide sails.

They look like swans with their white sails spread out.

　Aleusha and Illya, who declared that we were weak wizards and therefore powerless, looked at us with a look on their faces as if we had spread them out.

　Looking at the woman who looked like that, Irvine grunted hatefully.



'We're mainly out on the water, so why not?　For the most part, you can't get much help from a slender woman mixed in with the men.

　Irvine's gaze is nowhere to be seen. Aleusha is shaking off her dark blue hair and taking her time.

The best thing about this is the fact that it's not a good idea. This guy called himself a slender man...

'Well, don't say that. It's not that I've admitted to myself that my bosom is modest - phew!

　Irvine, who had perverted the meaning of "slender", spoke with an air of composure, but Aleusha's kick slammed into him and he sank.

''Alright, let's set sail!

　As soon as Irvine sank, Douglas' loud voice rang out.

　The anchor that had been lowered for anchoring was raised and the ship began to move slowly as the ropes were released.

　The large white sails spread out, catching the wind tightly and moving forward.

　Douglas sensed the direction and strength of the wind and gave instructions to the crew.

　He seems to adjust the direction of the sails according to the delicate direction and strength of the wind. Sailors are pulling the rope and shouting to each other.

　Thanks to such synchronized movements of the crew, the ship is going forward at an ever-increasing pace.

　We hear the sound of waves crashing and the ship is leaving the harbor.

　There are many people in the harbor who may have been watching us leave and waving to us.

　Even strangers send them off to wish us a safe journey.

　This must be the kindness of the people living in the port city of Escort. This is a normal scene for Esport. What a warm city.

　We can't help but answer the question, since we have been sent off.

　We wave our arms as best we can to send our thanks to the people we are seeing off. People are far away until they are a dot.



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　We sailed out of Esports and were rocked by the waves for a while.

　The white streets of Esports have long since disappeared, and now all I can see is the blue of the sea and the clear sky.

　All I can see is a calm sea and a clear sky.

　As I was about to take in a panoramic view of such a beautiful sea view from the viewing platform, I was caught by Irvine, Molt and Lumumba who were bored.

'Hey, Master Alfried!　Let's play tag on the boat alone!

Oh, I love it!　There's so much rope involved, it's going to be fun!

No one on board, right?

　Oh come on, playing tag in a place with lots of rope like this it would be fun to be athletic. It's not so bad since I have transference and shields to guarantee my safety.

　Once that's decided, let's get the hell out of here.

　I put my feet on the shroud in a flash and head up.

''Ah!　This guy just abandoned his demon all of a sudden!

　Irvine shouts and points at me.

　Huh, that's sweet. We've already started playing tag.

　In fact, while he was doing that, even Morte and Rumba were running.

'The first demon must be Irvine!

'The demon should stand right there and count to ten seconds!

You're disgusting!

　The sooner these things are pushed, the better. Children's games are extremely cruel and unreasonable. There are no rules or common sense, and the rules are easily made up and determined by the moment and the will of the people.

　We pushed the demon to Irvine, and we climbed the ropes as we should.

　I'm the main mast in the middle, and Malt is the mizzen mast behind me. And Rumba climbs to the foremast in front.

　For all intents and purposes, we must be monkeys and gorillas as we clamber up the rope.

　How can we climb as lightly as the sailors?

　The sailors were watching us awkwardly as we clambered up the rope with warm eyes.

　We'll get some tips and tricks from them later.

"...eight, nine, ten!　Yes!　You guys wait!

　As I was climbing with that in mind, Irvine, who had been counting slowly and disciplined, ran out.

'I'll finish you off the most troubled you and take your turn!

　Irvine's first target was the malt at the mizzenmast.

　It was probably because he was fumbling to climb up the most. The malt still hadn't even made it to the first yard.

　Irvine clambered up, looking like a hyena chasing its prey.

'Hey!　You're not welcome here!　Don't climb up on me, it's disgusting!

　Is Irvine used to it?　He clambered up lightly, though not as lightly as the sailors.

'Hahaha!　How can you be so mean?　Look, I can get to you, okay?

Hi!

　It would be nothing short of terrifying to have an old-fashioned man coming at you from below with a lowly expression on his face. I'm glad it's not me.

　Behind me, the bastard and the bastard were chasing each other, while the rumba in front of me was clambering dexterously up, hugging the mast instead of the rope, for some reason.

　Are you a gorilla?

　While I was making such a thrust with my mind, I heard a bustling voice from behind.

'Yes touch!　Malt, you're the devil!

'What?　You don't even know what you're talking about!　Don't lie to me!

I touched it. I got my fingers caught in your shoe laces.

You're lying!　You can lie about that all you want. You can't just snatch it away!

　I wonder. I must have done this kind of exchange dozens of times in elementary school. I must have done this dozens or hundreds of times in elementary school.

"Okay, okay, all right. Come on, touch.

Not now!

That's not in the rules. It's the malt that stops.

　

'Huh?　Come on, Irvine, touch. You're the demon again.

"Hey, wait a minute!　No touch back, right?

"There are no rules, stupid.

　Malt told the stunned Irvine and jumped off the yard at once.

　He couldn't reach it if he jumped down. I can't return the touch.

　I see. 'That's something Malt thought about,' he said.

'Ah!　d*mn it!　Son of a b*tc*!　Next time I'll touch you and push you overboard!

　That's a demon.

　It wasn't good to see Irvine moaning in hearty frustration, or maybe he didn't like seeing Irvine moaning, but his eyes met with someone who thought of such a demon thing.

''..........''



　Irvine made up his mind to do so and jumped down from the yard and came right underneath me.

'Ha ha!　Wait!

　Irvine runs up the shroud with a vicious smile on his face.

　Wow, he's fast!　It's fast but ... it's kind of weird. He's shakily climbing up with spider-like movements.

'Irvine's use of his body is creepy!　Get out of here!

　It's like a spider crawling up from underneath me, and I feel a strange pressure. And Irvine's face itself is even more horrifying because of his aging face.

''Well that's it, it looks like a spider.

'Sometimes they're there. Someone who climbs creepy and fast.

"You guys are creepy, creepy, creepy!　It's going to hurt!

　Irvine shouts in response to Rumba and Malt's voice.

　The word creepy is a rather vulnerable word even if you know it's a joke.......

''Don't use the word 'creepy' so lightly!

　Irvine was satisfied when he said this, and then he regained his composure and started to run right up to the top.

It's just that they've been making a lot of noise for a while now. It's creepy how Irvine climbs up, "What the hell are those guys doing?

　Just then, Aleusha, who had just come in from the cabin, quickly called out that it was gross.

　It's a voice with a woman's unique and terribly emotional voice. It's a way of saying it that would please those with special s*xual habits.

You said creepy again, didn't you?

What?　What's wrong with calling something creepy and disgusting?

Then I'm free to tell you the fact that you have small breasts, right?

What?　And that's not the same thing as this!

　.... different. Women are a complicated thing. It's probably not the same as a different belly.

Let's leave that flat-chested woman alone. I'm tired.

I can hear you!　You'll remember that later!

　Aleusha returned to the cabin, and Irvine let out a sigh as if to say, "Oh dear.

　'You don't know what's going to happen later, do you?

'Well, let's get on with it and touch up Alfried-sama and have him switch demons. I'm tired of chasing after them.

　When he muttered that, Irvine sprang into action again.

　His hands and feet writhed like another creature.

　If I had to describe its appearance in one word, it would still be.......

''Gross!''

"I'll never forgive you again, boys!　All of you are calling me gross!

　After being called gross by everyone who was watching, Irvine finally snaps.

　Irvine runs up with a look of outrage on his face. Because he's a creep!

Hi!

It's useless!

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's not very effective.

　It's a rope that's already been pinned up. I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

　This is his domain. If I continue to climb the shroud, I'm sure I'll get him.

　With this confidence, I stop running up the shroud and ride into the yard.

"Huh-ha!　He's gone to the yard!　Your child, Master Alfried, would not be able to jump from that height. You could sprain your ankle or break a bone.

　Irvine is really not very mature.

　It's true that even the most pedestrian yard is quite high. It would be quite dangerous for a seven year old kid to jump off this.

　This guy, he's got a target on me for that.

"Stay put if you don't want to get hurt, okay?　Call me creepy and I'm guilty of hurting you. I'm not going to just push you into the ocean.

　That's dangerous enough, isn't it?

　You don't know what he'll do to you if he gets close to you. Do we use a shield to get out of here and escape into the air...?

　As I was thinking about this on the yard, I suddenly noticed a single rope hanging down in front of me.

　I followed that rope with my gaze and saw that it was a pulley type that was securely fastened to the mast.

　Could this possibly be a rope that could do a Tarzan-like thing?

'Hehe, wait for me. I'm coming over there now.

　Irvine rides from the shroud to the yard.

　I had to do it now.

　I moved to the hanging rope, grabbed it tightly and jumped down.

'Nunu!'

　I hold onto the rope and my body floats in the air.

　And I hear the sound of the rope shuffling down with the weight of my weight on the rope.

'Ah!　Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

　The call of Tarzan is raised and the whole body slices through the air.

　The sensation of plowing through the wind with my whole body, the moderate thrill of throwing my body into the air, and the act of yelling is very enjoyable.

　My vision instantly shifts downward at an angle. Then I let go of the rope when I'm down to a good height and land on my feet.

　That's it.

''Oooohhhhhh!　What the hell is that?　Sounds interesting!

　When Malt and Rumba see my Tarzan rope, they splutter.

　That feeling. It's addictive.

'Okay, we'll do it too!

'Oh, but Mr. Roomba!　There's no pulley rope here!

What?　It's only in the middle!　It's no use, when Irvine climbs up here, we all jump down and into the middle...

We need to hoist the ropes so Irvine can catch up with us.

Then let's stop playing tag. Let's just play jump rope for now.

What?

　Childish play is a constantly fluctuating thing.