Sea of Stars.

The Lookout was waiting outside the harbor to enter the port.

The sailors were doing their job, especially in the midst of this heavy rain.

Fortunately, the ships had already arrived in port, not in the open sea, and besides, there was only heavy rain and no strong winds, and although the wind was there, although it was strong, it was not to the point of being intimidating.

Kevin Rooney was lying on the side of the ship, looking into the distance in the rain and fog, and the figure of the city was very blurred in the rain, like a sea beast lying on the surface of the sea.

Kevin is nineteen years old this year, but his sailor career has been seven or eight years, he got on the ship a little more than ten years old, as a sailor apprentice, if it weren't for his neighbor uncle who was the boatswain on the Lookout at that time, he was such a child, he couldn't get on the ship at all, in that case, his fate may be even more sad, his biological father doesn't know, whether he can live to be so old after his biological mother died early, it is still an unknown.

Although the life of a sailor is hard and tiring, boring, and accompanied by many sudden dangers, Kevin Rooney still survived, grew up to become a qualified sailor, and at the age of eighteen he had become a team leader, and the original neighbor uncle also became the first mate of the Lookout, this time, the Lookout returned to port, the old captain will retire, and the uncle will become the new captain, and Kevin has a great chance to become the new boatswain.

If you can become a boatswain, the salary will increase exponentially, and every year the shipowner will have an additional annuity reward, and if the Lookout's performance is particularly good, the annuity income will even be more than the normal salary.

In this way, he would be able to take out a loan to buy a house in the Midland, instead of being homeless as he is now, and having to settle down in hotels and temporary rented houses whenever the ship docks, which is a terrible feeling, the Lookout is more like his home, and the harbor is just a temporary perch, Kevin doesn't like that feeling, like his companions, who throw money away to wine and women whenever they come ashore.

Day by day in anesthesia towards death, such a day, he did not want to.

He, Kevin Rooney was destined to be a big shot!

Took out a necklace from his arms, one end of the necklace was a ruby, a ruby that burned like a flame, Roonemo held the surface of the gem, opened the lid, and inside the box inlaid with precious rubies, there was a small photo, it was a photo of his mother, an inch square, his mother was wearing a gorgeous dress, holding him in her arms, the age was a little old, and the photo was still very clear.

This is the best quality magic stone camera to do this, on the market, the best photo studio, the best photographer, the best equipment in the south can not do this, shrinking the photo to an inch square.

"Kevin, you have noble blood, you will definitely become a big man!"

"Kevin, you have to study hard, don't give up, your future is bright......"

"Kevin, you have to work hard and make your father proud of you!"

"Kevin, your father is a cloud in the sky and will come back one day......"

......

Kevon Rooney took the necklace back, let out a long breath, and then, as vigorously as the muscles of his face moved like a joker with a hippie smile, he smiled when the flesh on his face, stiffened by the rain, loosened.

Beneath him, a pilot boat had just departed, circling the Lookout.

When a ship docks at the port, it must be guided by a small pilot boat, and the customs officer on the pilot ship will also come up to the merchant ship to check the type and quantity of goods loaded on the ship one by one, so that the customs duty can be accurately collected.

It's going to take a while, right?

Kevin thought a little boredly.

Don't want to lie on the side of the boat in the rain, Kevin, who was not on duty, turned around and left the side of the ship, walked back along the passage, ready to go back to his cabin to rest, although he was the leader of the group, it was just that the crew lived in a cabin, dozens of hammocks were hung in the cabin, looking very tired, in fact, after living for a long time, getting used to it, there was nothing.

People, no matter what you face, just get used to it!

Most people will be consumed by habits and become unambitious and lively.

Now, there aren't many people in the cabin, so it should be quite quiet, just go and sleep and wait for the ship to come to shore.

"Hi Kevin......"

Just as Kevon Rooney was about to walk to the cabin, someone shouted his name behind him, and the voice came with the sound of the wind and rain, but it was also clear, mixed with a hint of excitement.

Kevon Rooney looked back.

The man who gave his name was Morata, one of the few clerks on the Lookout, usually a crew member, and the other half was an agent of the shipowner, who also had a profession in the merchant house on shore.

He received two salaries, and when he compared the salaries alone, even the first mate of the Lookout was inferior to him.

Of course, as a sailor, smuggling entrainment of goods is also a bonus, as long as it is not excessive, even if the shipowner knows, he will treat it as if he does not see it, and this income is actually richer than the salary annuity.

If you smuggle, you actually have to sell goods.

If the sailors themselves go to sell the entrained goods, they will generally be lowered, because the people in the trading house know that you dare not make a big publicity, so they will also be very ruthless to lower the price, so, under normal circumstances, the sailors are to hand over their smuggled goods to those who have a way to sell, although they will also be lowered, but the degree is not so powerful, and there will be a lot less trouble.

Clerk Morata is one such figure.

Hearing Morata call his name, Kevin Rooney didn't think much of it, he turned around and walked towards Morata, who was standing on the side of the boat, talking as he went.

"Morata, aren't you going to hand over to those guys?"

Alvaro Morata was in charge of handing over to customs officials and reporting the cargo on board, as has always been the case.

"What are you looking for from me?

Approaching Morata, Kevin Rooney stopped, leaned on the railing of the ship's side with his hands, poked his head out, looked at the water below, and yawned profusely.

"The goods are fine......

Morata said with a smile.

"I have a question, though......"

His voice drifted in the wind, and Kevon Rooney couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

Kevin subconsciously approached Morata, and the two were only less than a meter apart.

"I said ......"

Morata turned around and looked around, beckoning to Kevin, motioning for him to come closer.

Kevin didn't think much about it, approached Morata, turned his head, and put his ear to Morata, after that, Morata leaned over, Kevin heard a pungent smell of tobacco from his nose, and he couldn't help but move his head away.

Then, he tensed all over.

Morata turned behind Kevin, wrapped his left hand around Kevin's neck, held a dagger in his right hand, and stabbed Kevin's waist from behind, stabbing him in the back more than ten times in a row, stabbing him in the back to pieces.

With a gloomy face, Morata ripped off Kevin's ruby necklace, and then, expressionlessly, picked up Kevin Rooney's limp body, threw it off the side of the ship, and fell to the sea, where he was engulfed by the raging waves in an instant.