The trees on both banks receded into the distance as the sky, exceptionally clear during the rainy season, was pierced by orange sunbeams filtering through the dense gray clouds, casting a twinkling light upon the river's surface.
Bi Fang leaned against the rail, breathing in the thick moisture from the air, leisurely stretching his back, appearing to be there just for tourism in front of a group of busy people.
In fact, once the preparations were completed, unless an emergency arose, a small ship like the Bloody Mary only needed an occasional adjustment to the helm.
The captain wouldn't entrust such an important task to a new crew member. The one doing this job was the first mate, Ah-Quan.
"Have you ever been a soldier?" Captain Bill brought over two glasses of liquor and handed one over.
"Yes," Liang Qu glanced at the glass and raised an eyebrow, "Rice wine? Sorry, I don't drink."