The Narwhale prepared to set sail. The mice seemed to have sensed the departure of their boss, and their morale was at an all-time low as they bit each other's tail and crawled onto the deck with drooping ears.0

"Mother, you don't have to send me off. Go back home. The ship has a brand-new telegram machine, and I'll send you telegraphs while I'm out at sea," Weister said with an awkward smile toward his mother.0

Weister felt embarrassed, knowing that the other crew members on deck could see his mother tugging at the hem of his clothes.0

"Son, will you really not consider working as a mail carrier? The sea is really too dangerous," Elena said, trying her best to dissuade her son.0

"Mother, I'm really going to be fine. I mean, come on. It's not like this is my first voyage. I'm really going to be perfectly fine," Weister replied. 0

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