Chapter 6: Floating Corpses on the Crest of the Waves

Don't look at the bald head blowing hard just now, saying what his relationship with the leader of the ship is, but at this time he was deflated, drooped his head, and didn't say a word. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I wanted to let the bald head say a few words to let the two of us escape this fate, but now that I see it, this matter is in vain.

The second mate saw that the two of us still did not move, and was very dissatisfied, so he drank his throat, and the two sailors immediately pushed us hard. I couldn't resist, and made my way to the aft railing. The beard asked with a calm face, "What are you doing?" What are you going to do! ”

No one answered him. When we were all pressed to the railing, the two sailors found two thick cables, one end tied to the railing, and the other end squeezed around the waist of me and my beard.

The second mate also pointed to a railing not far away, which was also tied to two cables, which were still running all the way to the sea.

The second mate said, "The two newcomers are still soaking in the sea, you can jump into the sea in a while, see how they are doing, and if they are not dead, send a letter, and I will get you back." ”

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that something was wrong. At this time, I didn't hide it, and said, "Second (deputy) sir, why did you let you two jump into the sea?" Shall we just pull the rope here and get them up? ”

The second mate took out a smiling expression, scolded the lazy, and raised his voice to emphasize, "The chief asked you to go to the sea, this is an order, there is no need to discuss!" ”

He also fumbled in his pocket and took out two walnuts from it. I understand it all now, and my heart said that the beard chewed his original two walnuts, and he definitely took revenge this time.

I squeezed a smile and handed the second mate a good word, and asked him not to remember the villain's mistakes, and forgive the beard for his recklessness at that time. At this time, if Hu Zi can also cooperate and say a few words, this matter can definitely be relieved. But he kept his face strained, and the eyes of the second mate were not right.

The second mate was so angry with the beard that he snorted twice and waved his hand. The two sailors, like ducks, made us stand on the railing.

Our handcuffs and leg cuffs were also removed. In fact, it was also a very dangerous move to stand like this, because if we lost our balance a little, we had to tilt our sides, and I also looked at the vast sea, especially when the Moby Dick was still moving, and the sea water at the stern was turbulent, and my whole heart was in my throat.

The two sailors kept yelling at us and saying jump!

I knew that I couldn't avoid this catastrophe, so I had to retreat and ask tentatively, "Second sir, can you let the Moby Dick stop first?" ”

The second mate ignored me, and the two sailors broke it and gave it a hard push. My beard and I went down. I don't know how the beard feels, but at this moment I couldn't help but scream, kick my legs, and even suffocate at one point.

My subconscious also made me raise my arms and hold my face tightly. With a thud, I fell completely into the water.

The cold of the sea was beyond my imagination, and I immediately shivered with cold, and this was not over, and the rope around my waist quickly stretched straight, like a strong hand, and pulled me fiercely, allowing me to shuttle through the water at high speed.

My waist also hurt so much that it was about to break, and I couldn't help but grin and drank a few gulps of seawater.

The first sip of seawater made me feel very bitter and salty, but the next few sips made me feel nothing, and the whole person was a little fluttery.

I know it's not a good thing, and if it goes on like this, I'm going to drown. I don't know where I got the strength, so I bit the root of my tongue hard.

I sobered up a lot, but I held my breath again, twisted frantically, and reached out to scratch around.

In this way, I finally found the rope that tied me, and with its strength, it was easy to do. I pulled up hard, lifting my upper body up a little bit above the water.

As soon as I showed my head, I couldn't help but grow my mouth and let the seawater flow out of the corners of my mouth, and I coughed a few times, but the salty taste of my stomach made my head cramp.

I forced myself to take a few breaths of fresh air, which made me feel better. After a little more slowdown, I was finally able to spare the energy to look around.

Above my head was the Moby Dick, and the deck was dark, and I shouted a few times, but no one answered.

It's not that the second mate is gone, I guess it's too windy to hear me at all. I greeted the eighteen generations of the second deputy ancestor again, and it can be regarded as a temporary sulk. And then around me. There was nothing in the sea on the left, and not far from the right, three ropes went down into the water.

It must have been the rope that tied the beard and the two newcomers. I lifted myself up again, treading water and wandering around, trying to lean little closer to the nearest rope.

I failed the first few times, and I have to admit that it was difficult to walk in this water, but I didn't give up. When I finally managed to get my hands on the rope, I was overjoyed and pulled it up.

I really didn't expect that this rope was broken, and when the severed part was lifted, I looked stunned. Obviously, if someone falls into the sea, especially in this vast sea, the chance of him surviving is almost zero, and it is likely that he has been fed fish and shrimp.

I don't know if this man is a beard. I was on the verge of collapse as I yelled at the beard and beard.

Soon a hand reached out of the sea next to another rope, and I was sensitive enough to capture the scene at once.

I went as fast as I could, and when I got there, I grabbed the hand hard.

I'm working hard, and so is the man under the sea. The two of us tossed together, and he finally surfaced. When I looked at it, it was a beard.

I really didn't want him to die, and I couldn't help but laugh at this moment. And the beard, this immoral thing, turned out to be a wow to my greeting gift.

He spat out a mouthful of seawater and splashed it all over my chin.

I wasn't disgusted, but I shrunk my whole body into the sea, and when I soaked in it, I should wash it off. I helped him with his beard again and lifted him so that he could breathe a good sigh of relief.

The beard originally had no normal color on his face, like a pig's liver, and when he could speak, he scolded and scolded a few words, saying that the second deputy was a villain, and he held a grudge like this, and when Lao Tzu had a chance, he would see how to clean him up.

What is the use of saying cruel words in my heart? During this time, the farthest rope remained silent. I always felt that there was more luck than luck, but I still told the beard to go over and take a look.

The beard learned from me, and we swam in the water together. In the end, we tried to lift the rope up.

In the process of lifting the rope, I knew that there was someone down here, because it was very heavy, but what I didn't expect was that he would be so terrifying.

Or rather, when this corpse surfaced, both my beard and I were scared.

Its whole body was swollen, not to mention the white and mad, and its facial features were out of shape. Coincidentally, there was also a strong beam of light coming down from the Moby Dick during this period, which was emitted by a searchlight.

My eyes hurt from the stabbing, but I still insisted on half-squinting, looking through the searchlight, and I waved my hand vigorously, and pointed to the swollen corpse, which meant that the "clothes" were dead.

No one on board responded, but after a while, the rope that bound the corpse was loosened, and my beard and I were so quick to let go of it, and the corpse was swept up in the sea and completely disappeared into the sea.

I was terrified, and I said that if the second pair of rabbit cubs cut the wrong rope, what would be the consequences?

Then there was a great upward force from both of our ropes, and we returned to the deck in embarrassment.

The moment I stepped on the deck, I was almost paralyzed, and I didn't even care about anything else, so I sat down.

The two sailors were standing next to a gallows, and they must have used this to get us up. The second mate was in a good mood, hehe smiled, squatted in front of the two of us, and took out the two walnuts again, holding them up and asking the two of us, "Cowardice, I underestimate you, the water is really good, and how is your appetite?" Can you still eat? Why don't I ask you both to chew walnuts? ”

His beard was shivering from the cold, and he didn't say anything. I squeezed a few words out of my teeth, and said inappropriately and inappropriately said thank you to the second chief's subordinates for showing mercy.

The second mate snorted and emphasized again, "Don't mess with me, or you'll die a miserable death." He also slapped Beard in the cheek a few times before he stood up and asked the sailors to return me and Beard to the cage.

Originally, this was bald work, but at this moment, he didn't know where to run, and I and Beard didn't have the energy to look for him.

When I got back to the warehouse, the other newcomers didn't look much better when they saw our virtue. The two of us curled up in the iron cage, boiled and steamed our clothes dry, and spent the night like this.

I found that in just one day, the lives of our group of people had changed in two extremes.

From now on, we will not be able to move freely every day, and we will only be able to eat two meals at noon and at night. This rice couldn't be simpler, a bowl of broth, two flower rolls. After a long time in the broth, I can't get a little bit of meat, it's really pure "soup".

More than a dozen of us have to and pee. Every time someone poops, the guards bring a plastic basin and let them solve it on the spot, and as for urine, they don't care at all. This also caused the stench in the warehouse to be not smelly, and it was similar to the dry toilet, and the guards were eventually evacuated.

I didn't have a watch, so I could only estimate the time in my heart, and after about three days, the fat captain appeared early in the morning with all his men, and they scolded and said that we were really a bunch of stinky ghosts, but they didn't bother us, and quickly let us all out.

When I got to the deck, I saw that there was a small island in front of me.

The island is a bit like a concave with a lot of vegetation covering more than 50% of the area, and there are also a lot of cliffs.

The Moby Dick was walking into the recess, and from time to time a shed appeared on the top of the cliffs on either side, and guards with guns stood in it.

Those of us all know what our fate will be, and I guess at this moment, there must be a lot of people who are struggling with whether to commit suicide or not.

But I don't have the slightest idea of dying, on the one hand, for the sake of the mission, and on the other hand, these bunnies have tortured me for so long, this thing can't be left at that, right?

I also glanced at the bald head not far away, and said in my heart that he had taken the money after all, and the situation between me and the beard was not too bad.

But when the bald man noticed that I was looking at him, he avoided my gaze, and even sneaked away a short time later, and walked towards a cabin.

I was cold in my heart, and I vaguely guessed something, and even at this moment, I squinted my eyes angrily and wanted to laugh, and my heart said that this bald head is enough, and it is enough to deceive people to Lao Tzu's head.

Not long after the Moby Dick broke down, there was a strange laugh on the beach in front of us, as if it were the noise of a steel file against an iron plate.

I listened uncomfortably, and at the same time, I looked up that way......

(This volume is a case of fishermanship, an island, an iron cage, and a human flesh money-making machine...... These paragraphs will be very emotional to write)