What’s Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Previously on Me.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, there's... well, is this place enough?

Anyway, I was at Grimgal's when I realized I was going on a journey with a strawberry, a momomohina. Once upon a time, I became a prostitute... no, an apprentice? Either way. I got to be that proselytizing thing, but I don't care about that heap.

We go to the free city of Vere with Milieu of Elves, who is too big for anything in Arnotu, the capital of Elves, and Heinemarie of Dwarf's daughter in the Iron Blood Kingdom of Mountains of Black Gold.

Along the way, Ginzi (unemployed) of Lu Sahagin also joined the line in the stream, and what a sickness the strawberry one has finally gotten.

Don Bragn of Oak gave us a hand when he rushed to Valle to see a doctor.

Thanks to this, the pharmacist Augusto Crustrole was able to treat us, but instead we had to go to the sea sahaggins' territory, the island of tears, to get some emerald wet grass and a pair of wings.

That's why I have to cross the ocean but I don't have a ship so I tried to steal it, and that's the guy's ship called Giancarlo... well, in the end, Giancarlo's going to let me out of the ship, so it turns out he's the one called Aurai.

I also managed to find emerald wet grass.

Finally, he also succeeded in knocking down the supermassive monster Mosa, who attacked Tear Island.

I've lost about half my left arm, but he's an honor wound. Family certified by the Sea Sahaggins and home. The strawberry also healed. Augusto introduced me to a prosthetic artisan, Caromonte, who will eventually complete my prosthesis.

One day, one night or another.

Suddenly, a shitty scream echoed over Valle.

"A pirate...! The pirates are attacking us...!

Naturally, I ran.

Towards a harbor that was slightly brighter, he walked with all his might.

Don recommended me to drink only one strong drink, but not enough to get drunk. Even if I was somewhat drunk, that stuff would blow up.

'Cause.

You're a pirate, pirate.

That would be exciting.

"Xaragi......!

I heard Don from behind.

"Whoa!"

I replied quickly, but I didn't loosen my legs.

The hook-shaped, tentative prosthetic hand felt a little heavy. I knew I could run subtly. Subtle or cool, but... Well, that's why I can't stop laughing. Not quite.

As the harbor approached, there were more wild horses. The sailors and the creepers, the orcs and other races, are making a fuss about going that way or this way. It's refreshing.

Why is the harbor so bright? It's not just bright. Burning? I also see smoke. What do you mean, that? The fire? The harbor?

There are also buildings in the harbor. There's a warehouse by my side. Did someone set fire to the warehouse or something?

"The ship...!

And I heard the wrong sailor-style man screaming. The ship?

Right. There are other things in the harbor that burn besides buildings. Ship.

The ship is made of wood. If you light it, of course, it burns.

In the free city of Vere, ships are metaphorically to the soul.

Shipowners basically don't let go of a ship that is their soul. When it is necessary to replace a ship, dismantle the old ship, reuse the ship's materials as much as possible, and give the same name to the raised ship. If you are a ship that does not even become a material for a new ship, perform rituals to self-sink and resurrect the dead soul once. I mean, build a new ship and still give it the same name.

Dismantling, he who loses his ship outside of self-sinking, is made to laugh for the rest of his life.

So, for example, if a ship is about to sink even on a shoreline, is it normal in Vere for shipowners to choose to keep their own ship and destiny together rather than escape and survive?

The ship is... burning.

You mean the pirates attacked and burned the ships moored in the harbor?

If that's really the case, this is probably a hell of a bigger case than I think.

And, in fact, you were right.

Having come to the point where I could see the pier, I saw a number of ships burning unbroken. The roar of the sailors, the cry, the scream, rather than the flying, fills the harbor.

There's a sailor running around the pier. There are sailors jumping on ships that haven't caught fire yet. There are sailors spraying sea water on unburned ships in an attempt to prevent an extension of burning. Some sailors manage to work hard to extinguish the fire on a flaming ship. Some sailors jump from the pier to the sea for some reason, while others are swimming. Most ships stop at Ikari down, but some are moving. Some of them were trying to stay away from the pier while it burned.

"The pirates...!?"

The excitement just now had just vanished. This one's fine. What a business.

"Nu...... look, xaragi!

Don pointed in a direction at sea. There are nine or ten piers in the port of Valle. The fifth or sixth, well about the middle of the pier, is the ocean over there. I see a shadow not wrapped in flames. Big.

It's a big, black ship.

I'm putting up a sail.

Up to that sail, black.

"... that's a good idea"

I just laughed a little.

The pattern floats white, combining the skull with two crossed femurs in a bright black sail that seems to melt in the darkness.

It's just one ship.

"I don't..."

Don puts his gaze all over the place. I immediately guessed.

It's a boat. Ten or more boats run through the harbour. Probably a pirate. Those boats are full of pirates. The actual "attack" was probably carried out by pirates aboard a large number of boats, as the Pirate Ship of the Ship of the Ship of the Ship of the Pirate of the Ship of the Ship of the Ship of the Ship of the Ship of the Ship of the Mother. I mean, late at night, I snuck into the port and lit a moored ship around.

"Cornelia is..."

The port also houses the Giancarlo ship Cornelia. He has a house in Valle, but usually sleeps on his own boat, so he should have been the feather of running into this big incident on board. The Cornelia always stops at the second pier from the end. I stared.

"... hey. or?"

"Neither can I."

"You ran away."

I'm not a dull man. Though small, I'm the owner of the technology that lets you manipulate a clean sailboat by yourself, and it's possible...... but I'm not sure.

"Let's go, Don"

"Um."

Me and Don headed to the pier where the Cornelia was or should have been.

The sailors don't even have teeth about us. It doesn't even look like it's in my eyes.

Soon we arrived at the pier in question. I still don't see the Cornelia.

Right next door, there was a sailor trying to draw sea water by lowering a barrel with rope on it to the sea. The ship is on fire. The sailors,

"Damn......!

And he pulled up the bucket screaming, and pounded the sea water on the ship. But the fire doesn't weaken. Sailors will also know that it's not the kind of flame that can do this to that extent. I know, but I can't help it.

"Hey! We'll help you too!

When I speak, the sailor turns his black, dirty face over here with coal.

"Sorry! The captain's on this guy... he's on this Tessa...!

I said in tears.

I had a nod with Don and picked up a barrel that was rolling over the edge of the pier. Hooked temporary prosthetics are inconvenient, even enough to draw sea water. I can't do what I want at all. Hey. The quicker we hurry, the worse. Relax. Even if I tell myself so, I can't keep my tongue down. He was annoyed, not even like me, and still managed to bathe the water he had drawn on the boat, and then he saw a man standing on the deck. Is that the captain?

The man is just looking at his ship, the Tessa, that's burning. It's dangerous, I said get off the ship, and the man won't obey. That's right. Because a man's soul is about to burn down now.

"Damn......!

I was driven by the urge to slam an empty barrel on the pier. Stop it. What happens like that? Eight strikes. Damn, seriously, you're not like me. What if it doesn't work?

Two, I saw the boat trying to go too far from the Tessa. There are about four or five pirate-like bastards on board. One of them threw something like a flame bottle over the Tessa with a laugh. There was blood on my head.

"Xaragi?"

Don called me by first name. Maybe it was unexpected for Don. Whatever, I was jumping on the Tessa myself when I found out. That's weird, I kind of thought. What are you doing, me? Well, just a little bit.

The sails, which would have been folded, have already burned out, and the fire extends to some of the sail columns and decks. Hot. Hot. Hot.

I ran past the captain and his side.

"Ah...?

The captain and the others brought out a missing voice between them. Whatever. I jumped off the fringe.

The goal is a boat.

"... ugh!?"

The first pirate I noticed was fit to jump and kick.

Water sounds.

The pirate's wings plunged into the sea, and I stayed on the boat.

"Hey, what the...!?"

"Passing......!

I punched another pirate in the nose with my right fist.

"He's a great hero...!

"Geez......"

The guy flipped over and fell into the sea, but there are still two pirates on the boat.

Still, I had no doubt that the ambush would succeed in taking possession of the boat. If I had worn a way to skillfully balance on a rocking boat, I would have.

"Wow..."

The boat is on my mind. Yabe. Overturn.

I crouched and tried to get to the edge of the ship. Shortly afterwards, he was beaten in the back of the head with something hard. I passed out.