The raging waves were constantly lapping against the Rainstorm, and the crocodile roar could be faintly heard, as if it was confronting the natural might. Even though the name of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info rainstorm, Crockdahl's ship is still like a small boat in the real storm of nature, and it may be capsized at any time.

"Hurry, hurry, receive, receive!" Bora's roar was still clear in the midst of the storm, reaching the ears of all the busy pirates.

There is no need to rush, in the face of a storm comparable to a natural disaster, all the pirates are desperate.

There was a "click, ......" sound, and the five masts of the Tempest shrank one by one, and finally they were lowered down on the deck, and the heavy sails were firmly fixed to the deck.

After the mast and sails were collected, a curved board rose on each side of the ship's side with a sound of a machine, and as the board extended, the cabin was tightly protected inside, leaving only a passage for people to walk on. If you look closely, you can see that both boards exude a unique luster of metal, but no matter how you look at it, they are wooden boards. Needless to say, this is Jean's masterpiece.

As the pirates entered the cabin one by one through the passageway, the two boards, named the bridge deck, closed together, leaving no gaps. Immediately afterward, another huge curved board was raised, obscuring the bridge deck again. In an instant, the Tempest was transformed from a giant ship into a closed metal monster.

The sound of the water clattered like the roar of a monster. With a roar, a large amount of seawater poured into the open inlet at the bottom of the Tempest, forming small whirlpools around the inlet. The sea soon filled the reservoir at the bottom of the Tempest, and the Tempest, which turned into a submarine, slowly sank into the sea.

The idea of underwater navigation is not unique to Crockdahl, in the world of pirates, this concept has long been proposed and realized. Not to mention the bubble technology of the Chambord Islands, the coated ship can completely dive in the deep sea, and the ship that can realize the single ship dive has been invented and put into use.

It's just that because of the high cost of construction and the high requirements for the materials used, few people actually do it. And Jean the Fishman's metal fruit ability makes the transformation work easy and easy, and the most troublesome material problem is solved in front of him, and the rest is not a problem.

Today, the Tempest's first underwater trip, with the exception of commissioning, was smooth and perfect.

No matter how violent the conditions on the surface of the sea are, it is always so calm under the sea. Even if there were undercurrents rushing by, it would not cause any damage to the Tempest, at most it would affect its course.

The weather on the Great Voyage is unpredictable, and it can turn from dog days to bone-chilling winter at any time.

At this time, the sky was extremely gloomy, full of thunder and lightning, but suddenly a crack was broken. Beams of golden light shone brightly, piercing the dark clouds out of holes like sharp swords, and then shining through and shining on the surface of the sea.

The thunder still roared, but it seemed to be at the end of its rope, and after the last and most powerful roar, the light brightened, and the thunder died away, leaving only a long, deep and long roar in the air.

"Knock~~~~Knock~~~~~Knock~~~~~Knock......"

At the same moment, the bell seemed to be able to travel through space, through the heart, and resounded throughout the universe. The sky, the earth, the islands, the sea, and even the bottom of the sea can hear this bell of hope.

"Huh?" Crockdahl stopped abruptly and listened. The bell rang throughout the sky, for a long time, and seemed to ring in the soul. Unable to help but be infected by the emotions in this bell, Crockdahl also developed a throbbing feeling, and stood still in the cabin for a long time.

The voice...... Is it the bell?" Crockdahl thought.

And above the surface of the sea, unknown to Crockdahl, a small dot of golden light slid into the sky like a meteor, and the landing point was near where they were.

Even in the middle of the sea, beneath the surface of the sea, the bell that seemed to ring in the soul still penetrated the space without any barrier, crossed the long distance, and echoed in Crockdahl's mind.

Crockdahl stood quietly for a long time, took out his cigar with some sighs, lit it and took a deep breath, his eyes a little erratic in the misty smoke he exhaled.

"It's ...... The bell rang ...... "Probably all the people on the ship heard it except for Crockdahl, and they were all so puzzled that they even asked such questions at the same time."

"That's amazing!" someone sighed.

Yes, it's amazing! If it were just a bell, it would have become inaudible when it came down from a height of 10,000 meters! It was amazing! The bell not only did not weaken, but seemed to be constantly increasing, not the sound of the bell throughout the world, but the resonance of the heart and the bell, so that the bell directly acted on people's hearts and minds.

What sound could be more magnificent than a voice that acts directly on the heart?

"It's amazing......" Some people were surprised.

yes, it's amazing, too. There is such a bell in the world......

"Little ones, move up and float!" Crockdahl retracted his sighing feelings, his face instantly straightened, and he ordered. Either way, who I am now is ...... Sea Pirates, Crockdahl!

The rainstorm that floated above the "...... lala" broke through the sea and reappeared in the sunlight. It's hard to imagine that the weather, which seemed like the end of the world a moment ago, turned back to clear skies in the blink of an eye.

As the huge hull of the Tempest floated to the surface, the separated sea water slapped against the surface of the sea along the side of the ship, stirring up a heavy wave and carrying the waves away.

"Squeak-......" There was a tooth-sore sound, several layers of guards slowly retracted, and the Rainstorm returned from a latent state to an ordinary navigation state. At Bola's command, the pirate minions stepped out and began their job of clearing the deck and refilling the oxygen used up during the dive......

Soon, five huge masts were erected again, and the Tempest was restored to its former glory.

After the pirates had simply cleared the deck, Crockdahl stepped out of the cabin. Facing the sea breeze, he stretched his waist greatly.

"Whew, it's still comfortable outside...... By the way, you bring people ......."

"Hiss-......" took a hard drag on his cigarette, and Crockdahl flicked the rest of the cigar into the sea, regardless of whether there would be any contamination problems.

"Fish that thing up and take a look at ......"

The pirates listened to the boss's words and followed Crockdahl's gaze, and looked into the distance, except for the seemingly boundless sea, there was nothing eye-catching. If I had to say anything, it would be the occasional reef. Seabirds, which may be named, or may not be remembered at all, are lying on it, repairing their feathers. However, since the boss has spoken, they naturally have to comply unconditionally.

In a short time, the sea was filled with small boats, heading into the distance. There were four pirates on each boat, one rowing and the remaining three looking around, and they cooperated very well. These were the men and horses that Crockdahl had just ordered to go down and search.

The clouds cleared and the sky brightened, but it made Crockdahl a little uncomfortable. When I looked around, my eyes were slightly squinted, and although there was no rain on the horizon, a magnificent rainbow was also hung.

"Gold! a lot of gold!"

While enjoying the scenery, quite a few pirates had already returned from rowing their boats, and their ships were filled with broken gold nuggets, and before they could get close to the Tempest, they were screaming excitedly. What are the pirates risking their lives to go to sea for?

By the time the pirates had all gathered up, a hill of gold had been piled up on the deck of the Tempest, and the golden light sparkled the pirates' eyes, and at the same time deepened the waterline of the Tempest.

Looking at the hill-like gold, the pirates' eyes were full of **, and it was only because of the existence of Krokdal that they did not dare to act rashly. But a smile of joy had already crept up on their faces.

Crockdahl walked over to the mountain of gold, picked up a piece of broken gold and looked at it. After a while, he showed a strange look. The piece of gold in his hand is obviously a fragment of the rudder, as a pirate who has been floating on the sea for a long time, he is familiar with the structure of the hull.

Picking up a few more pieces of broken gold and looking at them, the puzzled look in Crockdahl's eyes deepened, these gold seemed to be fragments of a ship made entirely of gold......

"Won't you...... If that's what I suspected......" Crockdahl threw down the gold in his hand and shouted to the pirates with golden eyes, "I'm going to search again, and I've brought me any strange things or people!"

I thought that the plot had been disrupted by myself, and now that I had embarked on another route, it seemed that I had returned to the original path. Is the world restorative?

It's kind of interesting......

Although the pirates were full of doubts about Krokdal's orders, they did not dare to refute them, and honestly followed his orders.

Whether it's because of strength or fame, when Crockdahl stops there, the pirates don't even dare to be lazy. Even though during the recent voyage, Crockdahl seemed to be in various ways, and the image of the former glorious and righteous was crumbling in their hearts, but there was no doubt that it was their captain, the one who led them forward.

Just as it was getting dark, and Crockdahl was about to lose patience and give up on his sudden thought, he finally waited for what he was looking for.

"And sure enough...... It's you, Anilu who loves little apples......"