During this time, I have been extremely excited about my expedition to the barbaric nds of Westeros. My main objective is to secure a reasonable amount of crops and animals for myself so that I can develop a body as healthy as Gojo's and have sound mental health. The fish and leaves are getting to me, or maybe it's all the eyes of wonder and fanaticism I keep getting from the second generation. It's fine with most, as they look like kids, but then the crew and soldiers looked at me the same way, like a pgue spreading among them. It was probably Lorgar being all religious; this is why I didn't make them adults to begin with. I'm just gd the first generation didn't show too much of a difference, though.

  I also want to visit Oldtown, steal or trade their knowledge, and scan for magic using some new tools I produced during my waiting time for the ship to be finished. I'm now 6 or 7 years old; I lost track of time. I looked a bit more handsome and less cute, but I was a shota; can't change that.

  My blindfold had improved several times over this time, thanks to my eyes growing stronger as I aged. It was still the cssic bck. I wore a white kimono with gold leaf designs to give me a foreign look to the people of Westeros and to show how far away my nation is from them, to avoid a gold rush into unexplored seas, lest some stupid noble starts sending ships looking for sves or gold. Building a clear line of our different cultures is something that's very important but often forgotten in fanfiction, but a nation is its people's little habits and outlook that make it unique. For example, people like Westeros because it's gritty, like Lord of the Rings, with a lot of reality in its characters – a very different style compared to its counterparts in the fantasy section.

  The final ship looked magnificent and certainly much bigger than what the barbarians had. It had 40 cannons on each side and a steam engine that made it fast as hell. It also has 2 rge vessels designed to get us into port and a rge storage section for all my goodies, currently filled with gold and silver for trade. Lorgar also added a basic shield system and some advanced guns, should we face threats. Swords, spears, and basic cannons can't handle the dangers of the sea in this world.

  I should also mention that by the time I return, the 3rd generation of Asurans should be ready to begin creation, so this isnd won't look so desote.

  Barbossa POV: Sitting aboard The Queen's Revenge, I can't help but feel something's missing. The creator gave me life, memories, and knowledge on how to sail the seven seas, but I'm still cking something. I had recently crafted a big captain's hat using the shared nanites, but it's still not enough to fulfill what I'm missing. If only I had a capable second in command or just a mascot for the crew.

  MC POV: Setting off was a rather mild affair. Most of the popution of the isnd were sailors, so there wasn't much of a crowd to say goodbye to, and most of our dock infrastructure was quite hastily constructed. I bet Rogal will remove it when we're gone and put up some foundations before we get back.

  Morgana asked me to collect as many magical items as I can, and Vulcan also asked for some Valyrian steel or wyvern eggs. I refuse to call them dragons, as they ck intelligence, front legs, or true magic; at most, they're a poor dinosaur the Valyrians experimented on.

  Lorgar asked to send some of the people to infiltrate the Seven Kingdoms, and I agreed; who doesn't need more spies?

  Roboute just gave me a map of possible logistics and supply lines he calcuted in case we need to restock and requested I look for all the maps of the Seven Kingdoms we could get.

  As the engine hummed to life and a weak, invisible energy shield covered us, we set off into the storm. Several hours ter, Barbossa patted my back and told me I'll get my sea legs eventually.The storm was fine as we had the energy shield to absorb most of the lightning and waves, but my little body couldn't handle the rocking all the damn time. I was vomiting and looking very green around the edges of the ship for most of the journey. What worsened my misery was that Sebas, the head bodyguard, never took his eyes away from my pitiful state lest I fall overboard. I was thankful, but defted that I couldn't maintain my self-respect in front of my creations; the flesh is weak indeed. When, by the grace of Squidie, the lookout called for nd, I swear I felt inner peace and transcended my cultivation realm.