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"What, you want to go to sea?" Ian Douglas pursed his lips, looking incredulously at his sweet granddaughter standing before him.
He glanced out the window, seeing that not only had the pouring rain not ceased, but it was getting heavier, as if it wouldn't stop until it flooded the world.
His face grew more unsightly, and he slammed his hand heavily on the table, shouting angrily, "Absurd, how can you go to sea in this weather? Are you courting death?"
The humidity brought by the heavy rain hit the window, forming a layer of mist, white and blurry, making the outside world seem like another unknown realm, unclear and indistinct.
Matthew Saxon's posture by the window was tall and upright, motionless, his expressionless face directed at Ian Douglas, eyes firm and determined, he spoke coolly, "Grandfather, I must go, please grant my request."
