Hitting a machine might fix it, but hitting a person? There’s really not much of a difference.

As such, the beggars conscripted into the navy through the British Empire-style press gangs were successfully transformed into sailors—or rather, reborn—within just a few days.

“Hey, focus! Didn’t I teach you to use every ounce of your strength when pulling the ropes? Do I need to make you spit out seaweed from your nose?”

“I’m sorry!”

“Sorry doesn’t mean you’re done with sailor life! You want to end up as kraken food in the sea?”

“No!”

“You don’t want that, do you? …