Chapter 617: Nautical Master

The scene in front of him made Joan feel very fresh.
He has never seen this kind of game in the South, presumably the "billiard" often mentioned in the newspapers-a kind of club sport that originated in the Old World Fijian Kingdom and is now very northern in the New Continent.
The two men who are playing billiards seem to be in their thirties or forties, one with a sturdy body and a flushed face, and the other with a thin, sturdy face and a horned beard.
Joan couldn't recognize who the two gentlemen were, and he was hesitant. Fortunately, the waiter was very jealous, and whispered to him that the red-faced strong man was Captain McQuay of Mercury.
When Joan came to the desk, McQuay just hit a good ball. After the white ball collided with the flower ball, a curve was drawn against the table, and it touched the edge of the table and rebounded slightly, just hiding behind another ball. .
"A perfect defense!"
The people who watched the ball in praise.
Captain McQuay laughed, handed the club to the waiter, grabbed the oak glass on the window sill, and slurped the beer.
The man with the horns on the opposite side frowned, holding the cue on the table several times, trying to find the best path for the clearance, but the difficulty was too great. Two hits failed and the score was deducted So that he completely lost the hope of catching up with his opponent, he had to put down his club to admit defeat, took out a handful of gold coins and patted on the table, muttered "I have a bad luck today", and then turned around and walked away.
McQuay picked up the winning bet and gave one of the gold coins to the waiter. The other figured in his pocket and turned to smile at Joan: "Boy, will you play billiards?"
Joan shook his head awkwardly.
"It won't matter, I will teach you."
Joan saw that the captain's addiction to the ball was quite big. If he couldn't keep up, he didn't know how many games to play with him and quickly interrupted him.
"Sorry, Mr. McQuay, I'm here to apply for'Navigation Master'!"
"Oh, I know, can't we talk about business while playing?"
"Sorry, I really won't."
"Okay, then." McQuay put down the club in disappointment and looked up and down Joan. "Mr. Master, how old are you?"
"Fourteen years old." Qiao An told the truth.
McQuay frowned, and then asked: "For this line of business, you are a little too young, I think you probably don't have much sailing experience?"
"I have only been on the ship twice, the cruise ship "New World"."
"Oh~ That's a luxury cruise ship! The navigation master who can serve on the cruise ship must have two brushes. It seems that I am a little underestimating you."
McQuay looked at Joan with some respect.
Joan's cheeks flushed slightly. In fact, he was just a passenger on a cruise ship, not a naval mage, but in order to catch a sailboat, it was not good to correct Captain McQuay's misunderstanding face to face.
"Now that you have experience as a naval mage, you should at least be good at "wind-making"?" McQuay asked.
Joan nodded.
"How about "cloud fog"?"
"no problem."
"So what about'firework'?"
"Of course." Joan answered confidently.
McQuay rubbed his nose and said apologetically, "I don’t trust you, Mr. Master, but you look really young. Unless you are willing to show my face in front of me, I can’t be sure if it’s worth the job. You pay the full 100 Duga-for a short one-week voyage, this is not a small sum!"
"Your request is reasonable, Mr. McQuay."
Joan turned to the window and pushed open the window. The cold wind blows into the club hall through the open window to disperse the smoke floating in the air, and also attracts people's suspicious eyes.
Joan stood facing the window, skillfully struck a series of spell-casting gestures, and then chanted two start spells for "Wind-making".
"Súré!"
The moment the casting process was completed, Joan raised his finger out the window. The magic turned into a strong wind whistling in the direction of his fingers, and the calm sea surface of the port set off waves, and the large and small ships anchored in the anchorage also fluctuated. , All swelled up, hunting and floating in the wind.
"Fantastic, very exciting!"
Captain McQuay repeatedly applauded and came to Joanne with a smile: "Mr. Master, welcome to join our team."
Joan shook hands with the captain and agreed to board the ship at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.
"This is a deposit for you, wait for the "Mercury" to arrive safely in the port of Meadgard, and pay the remaining half." McQuay counted 50 gold coins, put them in the money bag and handed it to Joan, and specifically told him Two sentences, "Freeport may be too free. Street pickpockets are crowded and there are rogues everywhere. For your first arrival, for safety reasons, it is best not to stay in the pier area for a long time, find a clean hotel to stay, take a good rest, tomorrow See you in the morning."
"See you tomorrow, Mr. Captain. Thank you for your attention." Joan bowed to McQuay, put away his wallet, and turned downstairs.
Going out of the Port Authority gate, Joan remembered Mr. McQuay's advice and stopped on the side of the road, watching the sides of the street, looking for a hotel to stay in.
At this moment, a man dressed as a sailor came head-to-head, staggering, exuding a strong alcohol on his body, looking like a drunk.
Seeing that the man was walking and ramming, Joan hid towards the roadside so as not to be hit by the drunk. It was at this moment that someone crouching towards him behind him, reaching out like lightning to reach for the purse in his waist.
The pickpocket thought that the technique was exquisite, but he didn't know that Joan still had an eye behind his neck. He had long regarded his sneaky move in his eyes and flashed away in time to avoid pickpocketing.
The pickpocket lost his hand, his face twitched slightly, and his eyes looked unexpected, but he quickly recovered his composure. Instead of feeling ashamed, he glared at Joan and screamed in a straightforward voice: "Look, what the hell, you want to find fault. ?"
Joan couldn't help crying or laughing. There are thieves everywhere, but the arrogant thief was the first to see him. He thought that Mr. McQuay was right. Freeport is a place lacking legal restrictions. Street pickpockets are like robbers.
After all, he was a foreigner, and he didn't want to provoke right and wrong when passing by, so he ignored the provocation of the pickpocket and planned to turn away.
However, at the moment when his attention was attracted by the arrogant pickpocket in front of him, the drunk man walking stumbled beside him suddenly showed his eyesight, his face drunk, and by the chance of passing by Joan, Suddenly ripped off the purse around his waist, pulled his legs and ran away!
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