In the blink of an eye, it was already the sixtieth year since he had arrived in this world...
Zhang Yuan sat in a comfortable chair, basking in the wonderful sunshine; the hundreds of elderly people in front of him were once captains, first mates, second mates, and some sailors from that final voyage.
The room was filled with guests, the toasts were flowing, and spirits were high. Time spent with old friends was always joyful.
At the dinner table, people reminisced, recalling the difficulties they faced on that final voyage. Quite a few sailors had succumbed to depression over the long journey; some even tried to wrest control of the ship, half-wishing to turn back.
But all those difficulties were defeated by the sight of the Sunlit Continent that ultimately appeared...
Now, when recalling the past, Zhang Yuan could still remember the shrill screams of joy upon discovering the New Continent.
Humans are such creatures!
