The striking features of the young man who had approached us caught my attention. His sapphire blue eyes glowed. Long, silken hair cascaded gracefully across his brow, framing his face. It struck me that he possessed the kind of looks that would undoubtedly make him popular with the ladies

With a friendly smile, the man took a seat on another nearby crate, his demeanor polite and reserved.

"Guten Tag," he said as he greeted us. "My name is Wilhelm von Eisenhart, and I am from Germany. I am currently traveling to my homeland from India after I went there for business purposes. I'm an astronomer, after all, and my job frequently takes me to different parts of the world to observe the stars."

We exchanged greetings and introduced ourselves, but just as I was about to explain our plans, Cairo interrupted, "We are on our way to Jerusalem to visit our uncle," Cairo said, a subtle hint of reserve in his words.

Cairo's point was immediately clear to me, and I realized it was best to keep our plans hidden.

As the We being a Tarocchi game on the sun-drenched deck of the ship, I found myself in a rather challenging position.

My hand was a mix of high and low-value cards, and I still hadn't come up with a winning strategy. Wilhelm, our German astronomer companion, appeared to be a seasoned Tarocchi player across from me, and the odds did not appear to be in my favor.

Wilhelm took the lead at the start of the game. He positioned a beautifully illustrated card depicting the Emperor.

I played the Two of Swords with caution, a card with dual blades representing choices and dilemmas.

Cairo then made his move, laying down the Wheel of Fortune, Deniz played the Chariot

Wilhelm appeared to have the upper hand as he confidently laid down a card with the High Priestess.

But it was then that I made my move, revealing a sequence of cards that I had been laying out for this time. I started with the Lovers card and then moved on to the Temperance card, which. As Wilhelm eagerly played the Strength card, he was drawn into over-committing.

I seized the opportunity and captured several high-value cards with a well-timed finesse. Wilhelm's sapphire eyes widened in surprise as I made the final move, playing the Star card.

And then in the end I came out as the victor and the Tarocchi game concluded with applause.

Wilhelm's eyes twinkled with excitement as he reached into his bag and pulled out an intriguing book after the Tarocchi game was over. Its cover had exotic Eastern characters that were unfamiliar to use.

"On a trip to Japan, specifically to the island of Okinawa," he began, "I came across a bookseller who offered me these. They are known as manga, and they depict stories in a distinct art form."

He handed us the book with care, and we eagerly turned the pages. The artwork inside was unlike anything we'd ever seen before. The characters were brought to life with vibrant illustrations, with each panel telling its own visual story. The stories seemed to speak to people without using words.

Despite our inability to read the Japanese text accompanying the art, the vivid storytelling captivated us.

Wilhelm turned to us as he carefully placed the manga book back into his bag. "Are you all siblings?" he asked

I exchanged a knowing look with my companions. "Not by blood, but we're as close as siblings can be."

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"Do you have any siblings, Wilhelm?" Deniz, always one to keep the conversation going, asked.

He smiled and replied, "Yes, I have a younger sister, about a year younger than me, and a brother who is the same age as you guys."

"And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Deniz inquired.

Wilhelm smiled, pleased with the pleasant exchange. "I'm 19," he said.

"They're my half-siblings, you see," he explained. "My sister lives in Eblistan, and I my brother lives in France. My father, he's quite the wild fellow."

Deniz, ever inquisitive, couldn't help but inquire, "So, have you ever met them?"

Wilhelm paused, reminiscing about his past. "I did come across my sister once,"

he said,

"but for some reason, she seemed quite hostile, as if she wanted to kill me. And as for my brother, well, his family is so wealthy that I had to sneak into his room when he was a child. The moment he saw me, he screamed so loudly I thought he might bring the whole building down. Those were quite the incidents. It's been a while since then."

"My mother is a carefree woman, and I've been on adventures since I was a child," Wilhelm chuckled.

Then he told us more about himself and his adventures and I couldn't help but be astonished by Wilhelm's early adventures.

Wilhelm ended his story with. He rose to his feet, his gaze drawn to the horizon where the sea met the sky.

"The world is anendlessly captivating place," Wilhelm reflected, "One could travelfor a lifetime, and yet, the world's beauty and mysteries would never cease toamaze."

The gentle breeze ruffled his hair as he fell into a contemplative silence. Oursmall group joined him in gazing out at the vast sea.

As we stood there watching, Wilhelm pointed to a distant ship that was closingin on our ship. It looked like a merchant ship, with billowing sails as it cutthrough the water. The arrival of the ship drew our attention, and we exchangedcurious glances.

The ship's bells began to ring without warning. The chimes echoed across ourship's deck, we started to look around, trying to figure out what was causingthe commotion.

The sailors' urgent cries of "brace for impact" and orders to"take out the cannons" filled the air

.

Wilhelm gave a bleak inspection, pointing to the approaching ship. "Seemslike they aren't friendly," he said

A projectile from the sea struck our vessel with devastating force at breakneckspeed. Wilhelm, who had been standing beside us, was reduced to a crimsonsplash that painted the surroundings in an instant. The impact shook our shipviolently, and cannonballs ripped through the hull, sending shudders throughthe ship.

My senses were flooded. The image of Wilhelm's quick and brutal death had leftme stunned, unable to comprehend the abrupt shift from an ordinary moment toone of life-or-death urgency.

The ringing in my ears persisted, and my legs felt shaky, as if they couldcollapse beneath me at any moment.

Cairo's voice broke through my trance,

"We have to take shelter!" Cairo's words brought me back to earth. Hedrew me to the ship's lower deck, a safe haven.

I was acutely aware of the chaos that had erupted on the deck above as Istumbled down the steps, my mind still reeling from the shock.

Cairo's quick actions brought me back to reality, and the shock that hadenveloped my senses began to fade. He wiped the blood from my face and pouredwater on me, forcing me to concentrate on the present.

I found myself sitting on the floor of the VIP corridor, my surroundingsbecoming more clear to me. As he explained the situation, "A shipattacked us," he said, confirming the source of our danger. "We needto stay here until the situation eases."