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The Great Blacktail Pheasant is a Halifax-based 500-ton fishing vessel that has been around for more than a decade and is capable of pelagic fishing, mainly for lobsters and cod.

The ship did not catch up with the good times, and after it was built, the Newfoundland fishing grounds were almost closed, and they had to go to the deep sea of the Atlantic Ocean or even detour to the deep sea of the Pacific Ocean to fish and shrimp, often costly but not abundant.

Years ago, Captain Ronald decided not to venture into the deep sea, but to stay offshore and concentrate on lobster fishing. As a result, unfortunately, they encountered another lobster bacterial outbreak this year, and the lobster industry in the entire offshore area collapsed!

Originally, Ronald was desperate, but he heard that there was a private fishing ground on Farewell Island, and the owner of the fishery was an Oriental who was stupid and stupid, and after buying a fishing ground, he desperately threw money into it to raise fish and shrimp, and after two years of farming, the fish in this fishery was already very rich.

After hearing the news, Ronald had another thought, that is, to steal fish.

In fact, who hasn't entered a private fishery to steal fish? So when Ronald learned that there was such a fishing ground, he became excited.

He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to steal the fish, he was only worried that the news was fake, and if he couldn't catch enough to offset the cost of oil and crew salaries, he would be miserable, and he didn't want to lose any more money.

Later, he asked someone to inquire, and the news was very reliable, and it came from the Morry family, which is very important in the entire North American seafood market.

So Ronald began to prepare to steal the fish. He has been paying attention to the news of the fishing ground on Farewell Island, and has heard that many people have gone to this fishing ground to steal fish. It's just that it seems that the monitoring of the fishing grounds is very strict, and no one can take advantage of it.

Ronald doesn't care. He thinks that these people did not steal the fish, because they were unlucky and incompetent, and from his more than 30 years of experience at sea, stealing fish in the middle of the night and withdrawing in the early morning is absolutely appropriate.

With this in mind, he gathered his fishermen and set out quietly from Halifax, approaching the fishing grounds in the evening.

Ronald wouldn't do it directly, that would give people a chance to catch him. He decided to first dock the boat at the edge of the fishing ground for a day, which is called stoning for directions, to see how the fisherman's side reacts.

If the fisherman comes and drives him away the next day, he only catches the fish at the search points on the edges, and if no one else takes care of it, then the next night is the time to start the real work.

After dinner, Ronald asked the first mate, Brian, to take a fisherman on the night shift, and the others went to bed.

But in the middle of the night, when Ronald got up to urinate at night. He had just stood on the deck and pulled out the dick, when he suddenly heard a burst of singing......

Yes, a song was blown by the sea breeze and came into his ears, and the voice was mournful and sorrowful. It was a young woman singing in a low voice, interspersed with the occasional sigh.

At first, Ronald thought it was his own auditory hallucinations, which was common. Life at sea is boring, and the human brain automatically looks for some fun. Sometimes when you hear the sea breeze, you can imagine what kind of music it is, but if you listen closely, you will find it. This is auditory hallucinations, the sea breeze is just the sea breeze, not some country music, symphony.

But this time Ronald listened carefully, and the chant became clearer, and the more he listened, the clearer the voice became......

It happened that the cold sea breeze blew, and Ronald listened to this strange sound and was blown by the sea breeze again, and suddenly shivered, and his urine was forced back.

He thought it was the first mate or the fisherman listening to music, but was listening to this kind of music in the middle of the night to scare people to death? So he walked to the cockpit in a rage, ready to give a hard lesson to the man who scared him.

But when he reached the side aisle leading to the cockpit, his eyes swept in the direction of the stern, and his body suddenly stiffened, and his cold hair stood on end, and even his blood coagulated......

I saw that on the stern flank of the Big Black Pheasant, a broken passenger ship entangled with seaweed and aquatic weeds floated quietly on the water, only more than ten meters away from the Big Black Pheasant, almost sticking together.

The passenger ship was indeed very worn, the canvas on the mast was rotten and hung on it, and some shells were attached to it, and the hull was rusted up and down, broken and cracked in many places, and there was a large hole in the bow, and Ronald swore that he had seen the sea water pour into the big hole in the bow with the waves.

But the strange thing is that the ship with a big hole in the bow is not sinking, and it is floating firmly on the sea, and what is even more strange is that the waves are surging, and the big black tail pheasant is rippling with the waves, but the ship seems to be rooted in the water, floating on the sea and almost not moving.

All of a sudden, Ronald's eyes straightened, and a heavy sense of fear enveloped his whole body, as if ice water was surging up the soles of his feet, freezing his whole body.

It's like those frozen cod in the ice cabin!

Fortunately, Ronald is also a good man who has experienced strong winds and waves, and at the critical moment, he mustered up his courage and bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and with this pain, he regained control of his body, expelled his fear, and staggered into the cabin not far away:

"Oh God! Satan is coming......"

In the cockpit, two big men were sleeping soundly, one lying on the bridge and the other on the recliner, with their feet still on a stool.

Ronald rushed into the cab, slammed into a stool and tripped to the ground, and then he screamed in terror.

The stool was knocked open, and the big man on the recliner opened his eyes in a daze, and said impatiently: "Who is calling?" What is it called? What the hell?! ”

When it was his turn to see that he was almost scared, the first mate Brian and the crew were still asleep, and he was naturally annoyed, jumped up and kicked Brian, and yelled: "Get out of here!" Falk Squid! Lao Tzu asked you to be on duty, not to let you sleep! You pigs! Damn pigs! ! ”

Ordinary small fishing boats, there is no particularly strict hierarchy, Brian was kicked in pain, got up and glared at Ronald and shouted: "I said old man, what are you crazy about?" You're obsessed......"

Somewhere did the power come from, Ronald grabbed Blair's clothes and dragged him to the door and pushed him out, then pulled Walter, the fisherman, and kicked him out of the ass with a kick.

Walter didn't stand still, and was kicked headlong on the side of the ship, and suddenly a big bag was raised, and he shouted angrily: "God, God, Ronald is crazy!" He must have been deluded by the devil! Don't do it, don't do it, man, Brian good man, let's go back and resign, right? ”

Walter complained angrily to Brian, only to find that the first mate, who had a good relationship, ignored him, but looked at the stern with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide open, and said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean by that?" What the hell? ”

As he spoke, Walter looked back, and, hell! (To be continued......)