During this time I have been extremely exited about my expedition to the barbaric lands of Westeros my main objective is to secure a reasonable amount of crops and animals for myself so that I can develop a body as healthy as gojo and have sound mental health the fish and leafs are getting to me or maybe it's all the eyes of wonder and fanaticism I keep getting from the second generation it's fine with most as they look like kids but then the crew and soldiers looked at me the same way like a plague spread among them it was probably Lorgar being all religious this is why I didn't make them adults to begin with. I'm just glad the first generation didn't show to much of a difference tho.
I also want to visit old town steal or trade there knowledge and scan for magic using some new tools I produced in my waiting time for the ship to be finished I'm now 6 or 7 years old I lost track of time I looked a bit more handsome and less cute but I was a shota can't change that.
My blindfold had improved several times over this time thanks to my eyes growing stronger as I aged it was still the classic black. I wore a white kimono with gold leaf designs to give me a foreign look to the people of Westeros and show how far away my nation is from them to avoid a gold rush into unexplored seas lest some stupid noble starts send ships looking for slave's or gold and to build a clear line of our different cultures is something that's very important but often forgotten in fanfiction but a nation is it's people's little habits and outlook that make it unique. For example people like westeros because it's gritty lord of the rings with a lot of reality in its characters a very different style to its counterparts in the fantasy section.
The final ship looked magnificent and certainly much bigger that what the barbarians had. It had 40 cannons on each side and a steam engine that made it fast as hell it also has 2 large vessels designed to get us into port and a large storage section for all my goodies currently filled with gold and silver for trade. Lorgar also added a basic shield system and some advanced guns should we face threats swords and spears and basic cannons can't handle the sea of this world was really dangerous.
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I should also mention that by the time I return the 3rd generation of Asurans should be ready to begin creation so this island won't look so desolate.
Barbossa pov: Sitting aboard The Queens Revenge I can't help but feel somethings missing the creator gave me life, memories and knowledge on how to sail the 7 seas but I'm still lacking something I had recently crafted a big captain hat using the shared nanites but it's still not enough to scratch what I'm missing if only I had a capable second in command or just a mascot for the crew.
Mc pov: Setting off was a rather mild affair most of the population of the island where sailors so there wasn't much of a crowd to say goodbye to and most of our dock infrastructure was quite hasty constructed I bet Rogal will remove it when we're gone and the put up some foundations before we get back.
Morgana asked me to collect as many magic things as I can and Vulcan also asked for some valerian steel or wyvern eggs I refuse to call them dragon's as they lack intelligence, front legs or true magic at most they're a poor dinosaur the valyrians experimented on.
Lorgar asked to send some of people to infiltrate the seven kingdoms and I agreed who doesn't need more spy's.
Roboute just gave me a map of possible logistics and supply lines he calculated incase we need to restock and requested I look for all maps of the seven kingdoms we could get.
As the engine hummed to life and a weak invisible energy shield covered us we set off to the storm. Several hours later Barbossa patted my back and told be I'll get my sea legs eventually. The storm was fine as we had the energy shield to tank most of the lightning and waves but my little body couldn't hand the rocking all the dam time.
I was vomiting and looking very green on the edges of the ship for most of the journey. What worsened my misery was Sebas the head bodyguard never took his eyes away from my pitiful state lest I fall overboard. I was thankful but deflated I couldn't keep up my self respect in front of my creations the flesh is weak indeed. When by the grace of squidie the lookout called for land. I swear I felt inner peace and transcended my Cultivation realm.