C2719 Hundred Years of Solitude(14)

On the morning of the second day, Arthur and the rest arrived at the deck of the merchant ship at the pier of Marseille.

What came out to welcome Arthur was a one-eyed middle-aged captain. The long beard and the bald head that glittered in the sunlight gave the man the impression of a captain of a merchant ship.

"Hello, Mr Aslan." I am the captain of the Merchant Shipping [Entrepreneur], Markov