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THE GRAND STORY OF THE SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE ADVENTURES OF BARON BRITPOP BLASTFURNACE
The Blind Cat
Baron Britpop Blastfurnace • Part 15
The Blind Cat
After the Captain left us, we continued walking toward town. I was walking next to Stout.
“What town are we going to?” I asked.
“It is more than a town. It is Santander. A beauty of a port on a large bay, circled by sandy beaches. Many ships sailing to and from the New World use this port. There are many taverns ready to take a sailor’s coin, as you will soon learn.” Then he burst into laughter.
Soon enough, I saw it. Stout did not exaggerate, it was a marvel. There were countless buildings clustered together on winding streets. Buildings that appeared to be made of white stone or sand, yet they had no seams. And the roofs were covered in rows of bright red tiles. There were many ships docked and even more anchored in the harbor, including a few Spanish galleons.
Looking at Andelbert, I could see he was also amazed.
“Can you believe it? It is like nothing I have ever seen.” Andelbert said.
“It is certainly nothing like Kapri,” I replied.
