"Swish~" Wis followed the other sailors with a mop in hand, wiping the salt stains off the deck.
After a laborious clean-up, he took an iron oil can the size of his head and started to lubricate the anchor machine's cables.
As a sailor, this was his job, and also the reason the Captain had recruited him onto the ship.
Though sailors were at the bottom rank of the whole ship, he was like a screw in machinery, tiny but absolutely indispensable.
He was currently quite satisfied with this job, especially with the generous pay, of course—provided he didn't have to explore those extremely dangerous places.
"Splash~" A wet silhouette suddenly flipped over the rail, startling Wis and the others so much that they shuddered.
Once he recognized the person's seaweed-like green hair, he heaved a big sigh of relief. "Second Officer Sir, you gave me a fright. I thought it was something from the sea."
