The Second Year of Zhen Guan, June 1st.
Evening.
The merchant ship Chen Mo boarded was a converted warship, very grand and referred to as a giant ship by some small overseas nations. It was over ten zhang long, truly a thousand-load ship.
In terms of Chen Mo's previous life, the displacement was about 2500 tons and could transport over 300 tons of goods.
Yet on this turbulent sea, it seemed like a lone leaf, wavering unpredictably.
The lights on the ship appeared like a firefly in the vast darkness.
As the ship sailed, it left a long trail of splashes and ripples on the sea surface, the shimmering water surface reflected the ship's outline, akin to a beautiful ink painting.
At night, the sea temperature dropped sharply, becoming very cold, and everyone except the staff on duty on the deck retreated inside.
