blogombal Chapter 489 is about the Governor.
Chapter 489 is about the Governor.
Chapter 489 is about the Governor.
on the deck.
A short man wearing a tricorn hat and an ill-fitting long black suit was giving orders with an air of authority—though no one listened to him.
Dick had a terrible headache.
But no one on the ship dared to disobey his actions in the slightest, so one could always hear people bowing and replying, "Yes, sir."
And that person always insisted on being addressed as "Governor".
Governor-General was a common official title among people in the Far East or the Commonwealth.
The outfit he was wearing also originated from the East.
The people of the kingdom did not care about formalities, and the nobles always knew that money was hard-earned, so they were only willing to spend it wisely. They would rather make an extra iron arrow than a piece of clothing.
But Dick finally couldn't help but question David: "But who gave her the fake beard?"
Despite being the daughter of the most renowned naval commander, she dressed like a pirate captain, which Dick found utterly repulsive.
David scratched his head: "It's me—sir. You always refuse to accompany Miss Peggy on her port explorations, so I can only serve as her guard. As for the things she sets her sights on, I can only help pay for them."
"You should have refused," Dick said coldly.
"Miss Peggy, she—always has a way—how should I put it, to persuade us? I don't know, but sir, on this ship, only you can keep her in check."
"I can control her?" Dick was puzzled. "Is that so?"
"But at the very least, she shouldn't be made to play a pirate; you know, that's a desecration of Lord Hubert's honor."
"You shouldn't have let her on board in the first place. My lord, Earl Peyton will be angry, and Peggy isn't always so obedient."
"Of course I know," Dick thought, "but why am I being so foolish?"
"Besides," David continued, "that's not how pirates dress. The Federation doesn't have nobles, but it does have resident military officers. I've heard that the naval commanders there dress like that. Maybe it's just fashionable attire; women always love to follow trends."
Dick had heard that balls were battlegrounds among nobles.
Once nobles of different ranks arrive at the ball, they transform into sharp-witted tigers, using their mouths as weapons to seek allies, invite cooperation, form cliques, or sow discord.
Women are the same, and their natural talent for dressing up becomes their weapon, since appearance is the most obvious characteristic there.
Therefore, fashion is an indispensable strategic resource for women.
But is there really any lady who considers dressing up as a man fashionable?
Thinking of this, Dick couldn't help but cover his head.
Although he was prepared for a major headache from the moment he decided to sleep with "Peggy".
But she was also really restless.
However, at least she looked well.
Are you healthy?
Perhaps for Dick, Peggy's health was indeed more important.
"Hmm—" Dick let out a long breath. "Let her play whatever role-playing games she wants, but we can't let her affect our normal voyage."
“Of course,” David placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly. “However, sir, if you want Miss Peggy to—uh—behave a little better, there may be a better way.”
"Oh?" Dick frowned slightly.
"You know, I'm a long-time retainer of the Peyton family. I've watched Peggy grow up. Although she looks radiant, she's actually very lonely. Whenever Lord Hubert is away, she's always like this. She's not as taciturn as a loyal dog, but she always uses exaggerated behavior to cover up her inner loneliness."
Dick said, "It was her own choice; the voyage was long and boring anyway."
“But it shouldn’t be lonely,” David said. “At least Miss Peggy thought that the Hunting Dog shouldn’t be lonely. Sir, I know you’re a dutiful man, but sometimes you should keep Peggy company.”
Upon hearing this, Dick suddenly remembered.
After setting sail, he continued to learn various navigation and command skills, and also tried to draw nautical charts.
These are essential skills for a captain.
Furthermore, only by mastering all the necessary job skills can one effectively manage and control each position on the ship.
Therefore, Dick was always very busy.
After all, once they arrive in the royal city, they may embark on a difficult mission.
That's why sometimes he couldn't say a word to Peggy for days.
However, Peggy never comes to talk to him when he's busy.
But every time Dick practiced his sword swings, he could always feel Peggy's gaze.
Peggy — Is she lonely?
Dick didn't know.
The loyal dog said that understanding people's hearts is the foundation of strategic planning, and Dick is clearly far from that yet.
"I understand," Dick nodded. "You can go ahead and get back to work."
"Yes, sir," David bowed and withdrew.
Dick, holding onto the front railing of the sterncastle, stared at Peggy.
Although he still couldn't understand what was called "fashion".
But at this moment, Peggy's behavior no longer offended him so much.
"Well, I guess I brought this on myself," Dick thought.
Dick tapped the railing a few times, then walked toward the deck.
When Dick arrived at Peggy's side, Peggy's shouts stopped abruptly.
Dick then looked around at the sailors on deck: "Attend to the Governor's orders!"
"Yes!" came the responses one after another.
Dick then curtsied to Peggy: "Give the order, Your Excellency, the Hunting Yellow Dog is at your command."
Peggy's eyes widened, she smiled slightly, but remained silent.
"The Governor?" Dick asked, puzzled.
Peggy shook her little head: "I don't know anything about navigation. If they really listen to me, I'll be causing trouble. I don't want to hold them back."
Her answer surprised Dick.
Peggy was indeed mischievous and often infuriated Dick, but she was not unruly.
Dick glanced up at the flag, watching it flutter gently to the right, then bent down and whispered in Peggy's ear, "1..."
"Maeho Junji".
Peggy stared at Dick with a puzzled look.
Dick repeated: "Shun's second sail."
She seemed to realize something, took a deep breath, and then shouted, "Junji Maehō!"
The jib spun, and soon a response came: "Second jib!"
Dick whispered in her ear, "Raise the mainsail."
"Raise the mainsails!" Peggy shouted again.
"Raise all mainsails!" came the reply again.
"Hahaha!"
Peggy laughed heartily, seemingly pleased that her orders had been carried out.
Dick bowed again: "Excellent command, Your Excellency the Governor."
Peggy stroked her fake beard and nodded seriously: "Hmm! Your advice isn't bad either, my loyal servant."
Dick then extended his arm toward the captain's cabin: "Your Excellency, I would like to discuss the upcoming voyage with you."
"As you wish, Officer," the tricorn hat swayed up and down.
Next, Dick led Peggy to the captain's cabin.
Dirk brought out a chair and invited Peggy to sit at the drawing table.
"Governor, look," Dick pointed to one of the locations, "Sir, look, we have arrived here."
"Tell me about it," Peggy nodded.
"We have rounded Elbow Horn and are heading north in the northeast direction. We will soon reach Silk Harbor, then sail into the Sogo River and follow the river to the port outside the royal city."
,"fine."
"Your Excellency, upon arriving in the capital, we will face a daunting and potentially dangerous mission. If you have any concerns, returning to Caogang for the time being would be a wise choice. A good leader knows how to make choices."
"Would you abandon me?"
"It is my duty to protect the governor."
“Then I won’t leave,” Peggy replied. “I’m not afraid.”
Dick curtsied: "Your subordinate swears to fulfill your duty."
"It's a deal then."
Peggy stared intently at Dick, as if giving an order, but more like pleading, "Don't abandon me!"