On February 24, 1815, the lookout on the shelter weir watch tower sent a signal to people, telling people that the three-masted sailing ship Pharaoh had arrived. It started from Smyrna via Trieste and Naples. Immediately a pilot was sent out, rounded the Château d'If, and boarded the ship between Cape Morgen and the Ile de Lyon.

The platform on St. Jean's Island was immediately crowded with spectators. In Marseille, the arrival of a large ship into the port is a big event after all, especially a large ship like the Pharaoh. The owner is a local and the ship was built and assembled at the Fossey shipyard, so it is particularly eye-catching.

The Pharaoh was gradually approaching. It had successfully passed through the strait between Karashalin Island and Jeros Island caused by several volcanic eruptions, bypassed Pomiki Island, and approached the port. Although the ship had three mainsails, a spinnaker and a mizzen sail hoisted, it was sailing so slowly and listlessly that those watching on the shore instinctively had a premonition of something unfortunate. Something happened, so they asked each other what unfortunate incident had happened on the ship. However, those navigation experts could tell at a glance that if something unexpected happened, it must have nothing to do with the ship itself. Because from all aspects, it shows no sign of losing control. The pilot is driving the agile Pharaoh through the narrow entrance of Marseille Port. Next to the pilot, a young man was gesturing quickly. His keen eyes were watching every movement of the ship and repeating every order of the pilot.

There was a restless mood among the people watching the excitement on the shore. One of them couldn't bear it any longer. He couldn't wait for the sailboat to enter the harbor, so he jumped into a small boat and sailed towards the big ship. The small boat approached the Pharaoh when the big ship reached the opposite side of Risef Bay.

The young man on the big ship saw the person coming, took off his hat, left the pilot and came to the side of the ship. He is a slender young man, about nineteen years old, with a pair of black eyes and black hair; his appearance gives people an extremely calm and resolute feeling, that kind of calm and resolute temperament It is something that can only be possessed by people who have experienced strong winds and waves, hardships and obstacles since childhood.

"ah! Is it you, Dantès? shouted the man in the boat."What happened?" Why does your ship look so dejected?"

"What a pity, Mr. Morel! The young man replied,"What a pity, especially for me!" Near Civitavecchia we lost our brave Captain Lecler"

"Where's the goods?"The captain asked anxiously

"The goods are safe, Mr. Morel, and that party is satisfied. But poor Captain Lechler——~"

"How is the cargo?" the ship owner asked

"The goods arrived safely without any damage. But, poor Captain Lechler, he……""What's up with him? What happened?"The captain asked in a slightly more relaxed tone."What happened to that respectable captain?"

"he died"

"Did it fall into the sea?"

"No, sir, he died of meningitis, and even the doctor we accidentally rescued couldn't bring the captain back. After saying that, he turned around and shouted to the crew:"Attention, everyone!" Get ready to drop anchor!"

The whole crew immediately acted according to the order. There were eight to ten sailors on the ship. Some of them ran to the rigging of the big sail, some ran to the rigging of the jib and mainsail, and some went to control the rigging. The spooling rope and the furling rope. The only one who did not move was a man with silver-white hair. The young sailor who had given the order before looked around and saw that his order had been executed quickly and accurately, and then turned around again. Turning to face the captain, he did not forget to show a kind smile to the white-haired man.

··Asking for flowers·

"How did this unfortunate thing happen? And the doctor on your ship? How come I didn’t know there was a doctor on your ship?"The captain waited for a while and then picked up the topic again.

"There is no way, all this is completely unexpected. Before leaving Naples, Captain Lecler had a long conversation with the Naples Port Governor. Although Mr. Bo Yu had been persuading the captain to take some medicine, the captain still refused to listen. While sailing the boat, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his head. Twenty-four hours later, he started to have a fever. Even though Mr. Bo Yu had been trying to treat him, it was still to no avail. There was no way to treat him without medicine, and we couldn't find any medicine at sea. In the end, the captain died. , but he passed away peacefully. Mr. Bo Yu used their Chinese acupuncture to seal off the captain's pain, so the captain fell asleep peacefully. We buried him at sea as usual, so he could rest peacefully. We sewed him upright in a hammock, placed two lead weights of thirty-six pounds each on his head and feet, and buried him at sea off the island of Elgerio. Oh, by the way, Mr. Bo Yu brought back some ashes according to their custom in order to thank the captain for taking him in. We brought back the captain’s ashes, sword and cross of honor to give to his wife as a souvenir. The captain's life was finally well spent. A melancholy smile appeared on the young man's face, and he added,"He fought with the British for ten years, and in the end he could still die in bed like ordinary people.""....0

"In fact, if Mr. Captain is willing to listen to me and take some medicine, he will not die."While the two were talking, the silver-haired man who had been on the boat came over and bowed politely.

"Hello, my name is Bo Yu, a doctor from the East."As he spoke, he showed an evil smile to the two of them._

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