Chapter 559: The So-Called Captain

On the deck, Xifa saw that the sailors were washing the deck. They created a lot of foam on the deck, and then used iron buckets to fetch water from the sea. After flushing the deck, the foamy sewage rushed to the side of the ship. , back to the sea.

"Mick, is Mick the Navigator there?"

Quincy's voice resounded, his resonant voice constantly echoing on the deck.

"I'm here."

A quiet voice sounded from above people's heads, and Sifa raised his head, squinting his eyes slightly under the sunlight, and saw a figure sliding down from the main mast.

Soon, a man landed on the deck. He was in his thirties. He wore a white shirt with wide-leg pants, and his style was a little different.

His dark brown hair was cut short and appeared to be growing a beard, and his chin was sparsely stubbled. He was biting a pen and holding a notebook in one hand, as if he was drawing something just now.

Quincy nodded, and introduced to Sifa: "Mick Chora, the navigator on board, the second lieutenant of the Royal Navy."

He introduced Sifa again: "Second Lieutenant Mick, this is Major Sifa and the captain of the Discovery."

Mick nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "Can I have a look at your 'Appointment Letter'?"

A cautious man, Sifa turned his head and glanced at his adjutant.

O'Neill, who is also a second lieutenant, immediately took out the document he had prepared and handed it to the navigator in front of him. After Mick took it and read it, he immediately put his legs together and saluted Xifa.

"Good afternoon, sir!"

Xifa smiled and nodded: "Don't be too polite. From today on, you must keep the identity of the Royal Navy in your heart, not show it, so as not to attract unnecessary attention."

"Obey, Captain." The navigator quickly changed his words, and his adaptability seemed to be good.

Xifa looked around, coughed dryly, and said to the navigator: "Call the main personnel on board, I want to meet them."

Mick nodded and left quickly. At this time, the sailors on the deck all looked at Sifa.

Xifa didn't feel embarrassed at all, he stood with his hands behind his back, looked around calmly, and inspected his ship.

After a while, Mick came with several people. After the navigator introduced the identity of Sifa, he pointed to a man with a round face and a stomach as bloated as a bucket.

"This is Mr. Dodge. He is the cook on board. He has two assistants who are responsible for the meals on board. If you have any special needs, you can tell Mr. Dodge."

After a pause, Mick added: "Although he may not be able to remember."

It sounds like this Mr. Chef doesn't have a good memory. Xifa stretched out his hand and smiled, "Hello, Mr. Dodge."

The man in the chef's hat responded with a grin: "Good afternoon, sir."

After he stepped back, he asked Mick in a low voice, "Who did you just say he was?"

Well, it's not a bad memory anymore, it's a no memory. Xifa began to worry about his food on the ship in the future.

Next, Mick introduced several other people, namely the sail captain, gunner and operator.

After the introduction, Mick frowned: "Where did Nelson go?"

The stocky gunner touched his thin haired head and said, "He should be in the cabin, I'll call him."

When the gunner went to call for someone, Mick gave Sifa a brief introduction.

"Nelson is the boatswain on the ship. He has served for more than 10 years. He started as an ordinary sailor, became the boatswain, and became a Royal Navy sergeant."

"He has participated in the war in East Balam and has rich sea navigation experience. As for his personality, Sergeant Nelson has a bit of a temper. Because of this, he has offended many officers."

"Otherwise, based on his contribution to the kingdom, he should already be a second lieutenant."

Grumpy?

Xifa asked casually: "Is he a 'sailor'? I mean the 'sailor' from the Extraordinary side."

As he spoke, he glanced at Quincy, who spewed out a stream of air from his nostrils, and turned his gaze to the sea.

"No."

The navigator shook his head: "He's just an ordinary man, sir, except he's stronger."

Soon, Sifa met the 'stronger' boatswain.

Mr. Nelson seemed to be of Feysac descent. He was over two meters tall and only a head shorter than Levtor.

He was shirtless, and his dark skin seemed to reflect in the sun, his muscles were clearly defined, and his body hair was so thick that he looked like he was wearing a sweater.

The big man who followed the gunner, saw Levtor, his eyes shivered, and then he stretched out his hand preconceivedly, and greeted the secret puppet: "Good afternoon, sir."

The navigator looked a little embarrassed, and coughed dryly: "Nelson, this is the captain, this is Major Sifa."

Nelson's gaze followed Mick to Sifa's face, the bosun's eyes flashed with surprise, and then looked at Mick: "Are you sure?"

"It seems that I have let Mr. Nelson down." Sifer kept his expression unchanged, still wearing a faint smile.

The bosun looked at Sifa and said: "The sea needs to be respected, sir, it is not your social stage."

"Nelson!"

Mick sternly accused: "Pay attention to your attitude, what is in front of your eyes is a Royal Navy Lieutenant Commander!"

Nelson said in a low voice: "Is there no one in the Royal Navy? Anyone can be the captain now."

I probably know why you are still only a sergeant after working for so long. Cifer kept smiling and raised his hand to prevent Mick from further accusing.

"Sergeant, can I ask you a question?" Sifer calmly gazed at the strong man he needed to look up to.

Nelson shrugged. "Of course you can, sir."

"I want to know, what kind of qualifications do you think a captain should have?"

Nelson spread his hands: "Sir, please forgive me for not being able to describe it accurately. After all, unlike you, I went to college and went to various noble occasions."

"But I think, as a captain, he needs to be strong enough, he has to withstand the wind and waves."

"As a captain, he needs to have a wealth of experience. He must have lived at sea for at least three years. Otherwise, he doesn't even know what the sea looks like, so how can he lead us?"

"In the end, as a captain, I think he has to be endorsed by the crew, not just by a letter of appointment."

"Sir, the sea is not as good as the land. We need to be on the same boat as one. Otherwise, the sea will swallow us at any time, leaving us with no bones left!"

Xifa nodded while listening, and after Nelson finished speaking, he raised his head and smiled and said, "It sounds like, Mr. Nelson, you think you are more suitable to be a captain than me?"

A sharp look flashed in Nelson's eyes: "Yes, sir. And I think the others think so too."

"Really?" Sifer laughed. "Then I'll give you a chance, Mr. Nelson."

"I'll give you a chance to challenge me. If you defeat me, then you will be the captain of the 'Discovery'!"