Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 165 Muggle Freighter
Nicola Anderson is the captain of the Maersk Moller.
He is a Dane, and his main job is to drive this 5,000-ton cargo ship between Esbjerg, Denmark and Edinburgh, Scotland.
Maersk Moller only exports pork, selling it internationally for several pig farms.
The quality of Danish pork is very high.
Denmark is the largest importer of bacon into the UK and Danish bacon was the first food to be advertised on British television. And it was very arrogant at the time, with a phrase said "Good bacon, with Danish words written all over it".
Anderson had not been the captain for long. He had served as the first mate for his father for seven or eight years. After that, he struck out on his own and joined a freight company, where he worked as a sailor for many years. It was not until now, when he was in his forties, that he became the captain of this small freighter.
Anderson has no idea how many times he has traveled this route from Denmark to the UK. It is not yet officially winter, so there are very few storms. So at this moment, he is leisurely lying on the deck in a beach chair to bask in the sun .
The cargo ship is not big, and the staffing is also very basic. In addition to the captain, there is only a first mate, a second mate, and two sailors on board, a total of five people. Their voyage is no longer than two days, so there is no need for any complicated staffing.
"Damn it! How long have you not washed the deck? Hans! The wind blew dust into my eyes!" Anderson suddenly rubbed his eyes and shouted rudely, "A sailor should act like a sailor! Only sailors who clean the deck are qualified to drink rum. This is what I knew on the first day I got on board!"
Apparently Anderson is a chatterbox, or perhaps most people who go out to sea for a long time are chatterboxes. After all, in this era there is not so much high-tech for crew members to while away their time at sea, and verbal communication is their most common way of leisure.
The sailor named Hans responded to his captain from a distance, but did not immediately come over to clean the deck.
They were about to reach their destination, and the first mate was leading the other crew members to do a final check of the cargo in the hold.
Anderson naturally knew that they all had work to do, so he just muttered a few words and lay down again to sunbathe.
However, before he could clear his mind for less than two seconds, a "thump" sound like something stepping on the deck attracted his attention.
He immediately raised his head alertly and looked in the direction where the sound came from. He actually saw two children turning over and jumping up beside the edge railing of the deck!
Although they were children, the two boys did not look too young. The older one had red hair and was tall. He wore a strange black robe and held a small wooden stick in his hand. His face was filled with excitement and curiosity as he looked left and right at his cargo ship. Judging from his physique and appearance, he must be at least fifteen or sixteen years old, which was the age when he was about to enter high school.
The younger one was thin, and was also wearing the same robe. He also held a wooden stick in his hand. His black hair looked a little long, his nose was a nose, and his eyes were eyes. At such a young age, he had the capital to be a gigolo and cheat women. He looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.
But the older red-haired child seemed out of place to Anderson, while the younger one looked very experienced.
wrong!
He shook his head suddenly, blinked and looked at the two children again.
His focus should not be on this, but who are these two boys and how did they get on the boat?
"Is this a Muggle boat? This is the first time I've seen one in my life. It's made entirely of iron! How do they make such a heavy thing float on the water without magic?"
From the moment he boarded the Muggle cargo ship, George began to chatter incessantly. It seemed that he had inherited his father's hobbies. Although he was of pure-blood, he was curious and fascinated by all things Muggle.
But he annoyed Jon so much that he regretted bringing George along. He should have let Neville follow him from the beginning.
"Okay, let's discuss these issues after we get back. Don't forget that we are on someone else's ship now."
Jon grabbed George to prevent him from running around on someone else's boat when he wasn't paying attention, and then looked at the middle-aged man who was basking in the sun on the deck and looking at them in amazement.
"Hello sir, I'm sorry that I may have scared you, but we don't mean any harm to you. We just want to ask you something."
Anderson didn't care about Jon's politeness. His eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.
"How did you get on my boat?"
John didn't intend to use coercion easily. Besides, even if he wanted to, neither he nor George knew spells like Legilimency or the Imperius Curse. The most they could do was use the Petrification Curse to control the Muggle's actions, but if they wanted to get information from him, they had to communicate with him.
He patiently explained to the Muggle.
"We came from our own ship. Let me introduce myself. I am the captain of the Hogwarts, Jon Green, and this is my first mate, George Weasley. Due to some accidents, we got lost at sea, so we took the liberty of coming to your ship to ask you where this place is, or which sea area?"
Anderson felt ridiculous.
Jon's words made him feel like a child playing house. He had been on the deck the entire time and hadn't noticed any ships around him from beginning to end, let alone who would let a teenager be the captain.
"Where is your ship?"
Jon pointed behind him and George with his thumb.
“It’s always been here.”
Anderson looked in the direction of his finger and actually saw a wooden boat next to his cargo ship!
That boat is like an antique!
The retro shape, the old hull, and the long sails that were basically eliminated in the last century. In today's oceans on Earth, you can't find a similar ship unless you go deep into the seabed or a museum!
The strangest thing was that it was indeed there, less than a nautical mile away from Anderson's own cargo ship. It was so conspicuous, but he could only notice it with the boy's guidance.
This made Anderson feel a chill in his heart.
For some reason he suddenly thought of the ghost ship legend told to him by his father who had stopped going to sea last year.
