Chapter 42 Wind Chimes

During the night, Becker smoked in the aisle leading from the deck to the cabin, occasionally turning his head to observe the ship's course, and then continued to smoke. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There may be some freshness when you first go to sea, but when the heat brought by this novelty subsides, all that remains of HNA is dull, and the sea that cannot be seen at a glance no longer makes people feel vast, but monotonous, and the sea breeze no longer makes people feel cool, but uncomfortable.

Hainan Airlines is dull, especially not long after going to sea, the captain Redbeard doesn't know which string is wrong in his head, and suddenly gets angry, suspecting that the merchant ship is slow, and people will scuttle the merchant ship after moving some goods to the ship, the pirate ship is such a big place, but there are nearly a hundred people stuffed, and the people on the whole ship seem a little impetuous, Becker has lived on the ship for more than half a month, he himself has a ghost in his heart, this environment is even more depressing, tobacco and alcohol are the most common ways for seafarers to vent, Becker is afraid of talking nonsense and leaking his heart after getting drunk, You can only rely on cigarettes to relieve stress.

Becker's expression was a little tired, with a little bloodshot in his eyes, he had been on night duty for half a month, and other crew members on night duty could still change shifts, but he couldn't as a navigator, and the night pilot was prone to mistakes, and there was an ill-intentioned superior staring, causing him not to even dare to take a nap, and the ship was very noisy during the day, and his sleep has not been enough recently.

The flame of the cigarette in his mouth became brighter as Becker smoked, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark night, an old pirate had just been woken up to change shifts, and as soon as he walked out of the warehouse, he saw Becker who was smoking silently, and greeted him with a smile: "Why are you hiding here and smoking?" ”

"It's a little windy here," Becker grinned, pulling out another cigarette and tossing it over, "you have a pick-me-up, too." ”

The old pirate grinned and took the cigarette, lit it, thanked him, and went to the rest of the deck, Becker himself took two more puffs, flicked the cigarette butt into the sea, and rubbed his face vigorously before feeling much more energetic.

Surrounded by the sea, the ship is small and closed, and the people living on the ship are like being on an island, and when the crew can only see the sea, they will unconsciously have a feeling of being abandoned by society.

He can read and settle accounts, and there is no shelf, observed on the ship for two days, found that most of the ship are illiterate, with cigarettes to open the way and be able to speak, he has met a lot of people on the ship, and when he shows his mouth and chats, some illiterate crew members take the initiative to ask him to help write letters and settle some accounts.

After all, there are very few pirates on the ship who are still in contact with relatives and friends, and how many of the pirates who generally spend money and spend money know to plan for their personal expenses? Becker didn't think that a few pirates would come to him at first, and he didn't fantasize that he would be able to win people over with this little favor, he just hoped that when some pirates asked for him, he could get some information from the other party when chatting.

Becker didn't expect that although there were few people who had letters to write, there were many old pirates who were looking for him to settle accounts, he chatted with an old pirate, only to know that he still didn't know enough about the "industry" of pirates, the pirates' money could not be put in the bank, and they could not trust the bank, the common practice of some pirates was to find an uninhabited island that was not marked on the ordinary nautical chart, hide the "deposit" that could not be used in a secret place, and use the island as a large safe. Waiting for the lucky ones to pick it up.

The old pirates who were looking for Becker asked him to help him calculate how much of the loot he had accumulated in the ship's common treasure, so that he could know by heart, and this little thing that could calculate a few simple accounts made him unexpectedly close a lot of distance between him and the old pirates on the ship - you can't expect someone like Wood, who is literate but has a high eye, to help a group of illiterate people who struggle with simple multiplication and division to settle accounts like Becker.

Becker stayed up all night, and when Wood, another navigator on board, got up slowly and came to the deck, he went down the deck to the second floor, found his room, ignored the smell of sweat that filled the room, and fell asleep in the hammock.

Becker didn't know how long he had been asleep when he was woken up by a sudden commotion on the deck.

", a bunch of." Becker was woken up and scolded and muttered in a low voice, turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, the pirates on the ship drank all day long, slept in a daze at night, and couldn't talk about how awake during the day, the pirates had nothing to do with the word public morality, except for not daring to make loud noises near the captain's room, he always laughed and shouted loudly on the ship, and the noisy environment on the ship was already a little adapted.

It's just that this time the noise is a little louder, and the time is a little longer, and the sound is more concentrated.

Becker was a little confused at first, but the next moment he came to his senses, straightened up sharply, and was completely sleepy.

Because of lack of sleep, Becker's head was a little heavy, his whole body felt sore, and his eyes were swollen, but his heart was beating fast, and Becker was just dazed to think that he was now on a pirate ship, and a battle could happen at any time.

When the battle really happened, Becker felt that if he died in a dream without knowing anything, he might as well find a rope to kill himself.

Becker grabbed the knife that had been placed beside the bed, bit the tip of his tongue, and barely picked up his spirit and walked towards the foredeck where the sound came.

When he reached the deck, Becker noticed that many pirates had gathered at the bow of the ship, and the atmosphere was a little strange, but it was just a strange thing, except that many pirates were in the middle, and Becker couldn't see what was happening at the bow for the time being.

Becker was a little relieved that there was no naval battle, and he walked into the crowd and found that the atmosphere was not right, and saw that the little stammering Harden, whom he had met since the day he first got on the boat, was not far away, so he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What happened?" ”

"Y-go to the bow of the ship yourself." Harden's face was not very good-looking, a little pale, but he didn't stutter much at this time, I don't know if he was nervous.

When Becker heard this, he squeezed into the crowd with doubts, and then he finally understood what the crowd was looking at.

Three strange red ropes were tied to the long ramming angle with the bow pointing diagonally forward, one end of the rope was tied to the ramming angle of the pirate ship, and the other end was tied to the neck of the pirates, and the bodies of the three pirates who had long lost their vital signs hung high on the ramming horns, and the sea breeze blew, and the corpses shook slightly and collided with each other, like wind chimes.

A corpse half-turned in a circle by the sea breeze, just in time to face the distorted face with its long tongue at Becker, who knew for the first time that a person's tongue could be so long.

The corpse's eyes rolled up, and only the whites of the eyes could be seen in the round eyes, and another gust of sea breeze blew, and the corpse turned again, and the miserable white eyes slowly swept over the deck as if full of vitality.

Becker looked at the hanging rope that tied the corpse again, and noticed that the red rope of the unusual material, like hair, was somewhat familiar.