Posts from May Jones (Dracco). Auto-translated

“What will set sail?” Vlad asked. “Few know when this ship will set sail, perhaps only the main command of Kro’s fleet,” Polo said sternly. “But our vessel will depart today!” He slowly pointed to the distant pier. There was also a battleship there, but it looked like it was two hundred years old. No engine, the sails hanging in tatters, the sailors just sitting on the dirty deck and smoking. It became clear why it had been decommissioned.

- So, will I still have time to have a few drinks

--No! -- replied Polo.
--You'll make it, you'll make it. But I'm with you! -- said Vlad.

May waved her hand and trudged back to the tavern.

Vlad burst into the tavern right after her and ordered himself some cookies. The group of three that had been in the tavern was gone, but new people had appeared: some wanderer in the corner.

May didn't even pay attention to him and ordered beer and meat

Soon, she was brought some cookies, just like Vlad's. Vlad took a bite out of one.
--Ugh, disgusting, I don't like this. Do you want some?

- No, thank you.

– But it’s a pity! Well, shall we go back? I bet they’re already waiting for us.

May finished with the food and, with a sigh, trudged to the pier, wishing that, by some chance, at least her knee would be shot.

The gangway was lowered, and they were able to enter. Something had changed on the battleship: the sailors were no longer lazily puffing on cigarettes, but scrubbing the deck; apparently, the captain had taken care of that. But their rags and mops were so terribly dirty that the deck only became even dirtier from the cleaning.
--Now we'll get our little bird in order! -- the captain said, delighted.

May pressed her palm to her face and started thinking of a more plausible excuse to get out of there.

No one understood her gesture, and while she was thinking, the gangway was quickly removed, and the ship sailed away. However, if she wanted, she could still jump overboard, because who knows what awaits May in the future? Meanwhile, the stern captain stood embracing Vlad, and they were singing some kind of sea shanty.

May quietly slipped away to her cabin and firmly decided not to leave it until they returned.

After two hours of sailing, the ship dropped anchor, and the sailors bustled about, carrying out the captain's orders. Behind the door, Vlad's confident voice could be heard:
--Yes, yes, this is exactly the place! Last time, a Kraken attacked us here; a thousand percent, somewhere on the seabed, the engine of our little vessel is still lying!
--Prepare the nets and harpoons! Now we're going to catch a beast! -- ordered the familiar fellow.
A silence fell over the ship, a rather ominous silence...