Kapitel 548: Some Fancy Iron Rods

Some always say that the most romantic thing for a sailor who lives his life on the seas is to be buried by the sea through sprinkling his ashes into the seas.

I am no sailor, so I don't know if it is true.

But those sailors who are already beneath the water certainly might not agree to this, as some of them still have their eyes wide open, even after they have lost their very last grip of air, laying low on the sea bed, with a bunch of herrings swimming in circles around these giant creatures wandering where did they ever come from.