Firearms in a Fantasy World

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The weather was exceptionally clear, with the blue sky merging seamlessly with the distant sea. Fluffy white clouds dotted the sunny sky, and a gentle sea breeze carried a faint salty scent, creating a refreshing atmosphere.

It was a perfect day for strolling along the beach or having a picnic. Many people had gathered along the shores of Frand Port, mostly town residents—fishermen, merchants, and women with children.

However, they weren't here just for leisurely walks or picnics. Most of them were gazing out at the western sea, occasionally exclaiming in admiration or discussing in small groups.

On the distant sea, a ship that locals would consider peculiar was swiftly navigating.

This strange ship had no oars and measured just over 20 meters in length. At its bow, a long, sharply inclined mast extended forward like a sword, while on its deck, there was only a single mast mounted aft. Together with the inclined bow mast, it supported four triangular sails. At the top of the mast hung two cross sails, and behind the mast, a huge mainsail was raised, resembling the dorsal fin of a shark when viewed from afar.

This was the newly constructed sloop ship from the shipyard, its unique design exuding a distinct beauty that captivated those on shore.