Jérôme Bonaparte continued to chat with the captain for a long time. It was not until the cargo ship was unloading and ready to return to the port of Marseille that the captain confessed to Jérôme Bonaparte and left.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was sitting alone by the cabin window, stared blankly at the blue water, feeling a little uneasy and uneasy in his heart.
This is completely different from the state of mind he had when he was in London and Rome.
"Can I really lead them to victory?" Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but murmur in a low voice. He couldn't help but think of the scene in front of his cousin's window. He promised his cousin that he would let Bonaparte win.
Eagle flag flying in France.
"I have no way out!" Jérôme Bonaparte's eyes changed from confusion to determination.
Now he carries the dreams of too many people, and he no longer has the right to give up willfully.
The Bonapartes could either become France's ruling family or they would be nothing at all.
It was already 6:30 pm.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Jerome Bonaparte's determined face through the cabin window, as the cargo ship carrying the prince's ambition rushed out of the port of Civitavecchia.
After an overnight voyage, the cargo ship arrived at waters less than 5 nautical miles away from Marseille Port at around 7 a.m. the next day.
The slight sea breeze inflated the sails on the mast, and the gentle waves were separated by the keel to form a beautiful white trace, and the side plates made a "pop" sound due to the impact.
In the "music score" of wind, rain and waves, Jérôme Bonaparte, wearing a black corset and a command knife inlaid with gems on his waist, gradually walked from the captain's room to the deck of the bow.
His flowing blond hair was blown by the sea breeze, and all the crew members on the ship turned their attention to Jerome Bonaparte.
After a while, they looked at Jérôme Bonaparte as if they had seen a ghost.
The captain opened his mouth in surprise and said with his vocal cords: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Jerome Bonaparte smiled slightly, he opened his arms to embrace the air and his voice was full of pride and pride: "France, I'm back!"
"Your Majesty!" the captain's voice became louder. He admitted that Jérôme Bonaparte's attire looked very much like the emperor in the portrait.
If you don't look carefully, it's really hard to notice the difference between the two.
"Yes!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded to the captain. He spent a lot of effort to cosplay his uncle in the coat he wore back then, not just to give people the illusion that the emperor was back.
Here he still has to thank his cheap dad.
If he hadn't made himself similar to his uncle, he might have had no choice but to follow his cousin's route.
He used to tell everyone he was the emperor's nephew, but now others would subconsciously recognize him as his uncle even if he didn't say anything.
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At this time, on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean in the Port of Marseille, a large group of people were standing with solemn expressions, staring uniformly at the sea.
They were all dressed in formal attire and hats, with dignified attitudes, as if they were going to meet the monarch.
Standing at the head of the queue was Fleury, and standing next to him was Rouet, a member of the French National Assembly.
Looking at the endless sea water in front of him, there was no sign of a ship on the horizon. Rouet asked Fleury: "Mr. Fleury, is it true that your Majesty will disembark at the Port of Marseille today?"
Fleury glanced at Rue and said calmly: "Since Captain Letty said that His Majesty will arrive today, then Your Majesty will definitely arrive!"
"I'm just a little worried. If something unexpected happens midway...our plan..." Rue expressed his worries.
"Don't worry! There will be no accidents. I believe God will bless your Majesty!" Fleury said firmly.
Looking at Fleury's firm expression, Rouet stopped talking. In his heart, he still prayed that Jerome Bonaparte would arrive soon.
"Look! There's a ship coming here!"
I don’t know who in the crowd made the sound, but everyone looked towards the sea.
On the horizon, a cargo ship is slowly approaching the port of Marseille.
"It must be His Majesty's ship!" Fleury said excitedly.
Or it could be an ordinary cargo ship!
Rue, who was standing aside, muttered something in his heart, but his face still showed the same excited expression as Fleury.
As the cargo ship gradually sailed into the area of Chateau d'If, many people gathered on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean to join in the fun.
Whenever a cargo ship comes into port, these guys will be watching from the platform.
More than half an hour later, the cargo ship gradually stopped outside the Marseille port.
A small boat belonging to the pilot was lowered from the cargo ship. Five people could be vaguely seen on the small boat, two of whom should be sailors.
The boat traveled through the narrow river and soon came to the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.
When the boat arrived at the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, everyone on the platform looked at the three people on the boat as if they were possessed.
"How are you, my subjects of the empire?" A cordial greeting seemed to reach the people of Marseille Port across time and space, bringing the residents of Marseille Port back to the imperial period.
Has His Majesty the Emperor really recovered?
The feelings of the residents of Marseille Port cannot be expressed in words.
Although they are within the sphere of influence of the traditional royalists, how can they calm down when a truly legendary figure comes to them?
"Long live Bonaparte! Long live the Empire!"
Just when everyone was shocked by the "fake" in front of them, Rue seized the opportunity and shouted loudly.
The Bonaparte members who reacted shouted hysterically when they saw this, "Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"
This enthusiasm successfully inspired the residents on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, who also spontaneously shouted "Long live the Empire!"
The sound of hundreds of people shouting in unison alerted the police who were executing their duties near the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.
Fearing that it was a mass riot, the police cautiously approached the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was wearing the same clothes as his uncle, disembarked amidst the shouts of the crowd. He deliberately lowered his voice to make it more contagious and said: "Fellow compatriots in Marseille, my name is Jérôme Bonaparte, Napoleon.
Your Majesty is my uncle! I am standing here today not for the empire, but for the republic!"
As soon as Jérôme Bonaparte finished speaking, the crowd shouted Long Live Bonaparte again.
Jérôme Bonaparte suppressed his words and then said: "I know that you are all the best citizens of the Republic. You have a lot to say to me, but my friends and I are very tired now. Can you please step aside first?"
the way!"
With the help of the police who came after hearing the news, everyone on the platform moved out of the way, and Jérôme Bonaparte left the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.