I've felt depressed so many years that I can't stand it any longer. Besides, my current residence and occupation is endangering my sanity and health more and more...
The blue ocean, spreading endlessly toward the all directions, is reflecting the sun like a glittering chainmail.
“Hey Francimi bastard! Come here!”, they shout.
Surrounded by those Scottani and Iricimi strangers, I don't feel at ease in this place. Their green and dark-orange helmets make me nervous. I don't really need to obey, they're just basic sailors like me. But could I bear the insults?