บท 125: Poul in England

The steamship glided gracefully through the misty waters, its smokestacks billowing dark plumes into the overcast sky. Poul Nielsen, standing at the ship's railing, gazed pensively at the horizon as the shores of England gradually materialized before him. The salty sea breeze whipped through his hair, bringing with it the faint scent of coal smoke and the anticipation of new beginnings.

As the vessel drew closer to the bustling port, Poul marveled at the hive of activity that awaited him. Dockworkers shouted commands to one another as they hauled crates and barrels onto wooden carts, while a cacophony of ship's bells, steam whistles, and clattering hooves filled the air. It was a testament to the industrious spirit of the late-nineteenth century, and Poul could not help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of exploring this foreign land.