"Honorable Sir! I have inspected the hull and the planks, and repaired the cracks in the lower cabin. As long as the storm is not too fierce, there won't be any problem... The wind is currently blowing from the southeast, you can set the sails full, and we can cover two to three hundred li a day..."
The cold winds from Siberia blew from the northwest, howling as they entered the collar, cold and dry. On the ocean shielding ship, the shipwright Kim Sun-su bowed respectfully, bent his waist, tightly wrapped in leather clothing, and saluted the two gentlemen before him. He wasn't tall, his face dark and unclear in age. Only his large hands, full of calluses, robust and nimble, hinted at his identity as a senior artisan.
"Watanabe guard, what did he say?"
"Oh! Murakami-san, Gold Shipwright said the ship is fine and can set sail!"
