Under the stars and moon, Lorraine finally saw the outline of the island.

The island is just a few miles away, with scattered silvery white sand beaches and lush island jungles.

In the center of the island there are two volcanoes, the west mountain is high, the east mountain is low, the mountain is round, and there are two pillars of smoke on the top of the mountain, which look like the silhouette of a huge black rabbit from afar.

It turned out that John. Naspert didn't lie, there really is a black rabbit as big as a mountain on Hebasi Island, so ...... What about wizards?

Confused, the exhausted two were washed up on the beach by the shore waves.

Lorraine barely walked a few steps, and when she reached the dry sand, she could no longer walk.

He staggered to his knees, fell on his back, and was silent.

Henna was startled and hurriedly ran up, only to find that Lorraine had actually slept......

She looked at Lorraine's pale face tenderly, leaned closer, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Sleep, my captain, I will always watch over you." ”

This night, Lorraine slept in the dark.

When he woke up, the night was still the same, and a bonfire was lit beside him, and a few wooden sticks were propped up on the beach, tied with slings, and on the ropes henna's pure white battle uniform, which was only half-baked.

He knew he had only slept for a while.

Lorraine rolled over and sat up, ...... I saw a naked henna sitting with her back to him, facing the sea.

The white moonlight illuminates her coffee-colored smooth skin, slightly moisturizing like jade, a beauty under the moon, incomprehensible.

The movement of him rising alarmed Henna.

Two short knives were at hand, she grabbed the knives in her hand, bounced up and turned, and suddenly, the two looked at each other.

A man was reflected in her emerald eyes......

Cross-legged, Da Ma Jindao sat on the sand, one hand on his knees, the other hand on his chin, the expression on his face seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were fixed, as if he was appreciating some masterpiece of art that had been handed down from generation to generation.

"Tut-tut, what a good figure, why do you always like to wrap in a smock......"

Duh!

The flying knife was taken off and three inches into the ground.

Henna quickly wrapped herself up.

Although the combat suit has a slim waist and is more than a little more beautiful than the wide bloat, it is not as good as when it is naked.

Lorraine felt sorry.

In regret, he saw Henna's blood-dripping face and panicked eyes, and decided to hide the little thoughts in his heart and not say a word.

He smiled and stirred the bonfire: "Henna......"

"Didn't you faint from exhaustion? How could you wake up so quickly! ”

"To be exact, I just got some sleep." Lorraine shrugged, "The whaler is the son of the sea, and in the arms of our mother, we are stronger than ever and recover faster. ”

"But that's ...... That'...... too."

Lorraine laughed and jumped up, and pulled out a long knife with a bang: "I'll go and fork two fish in the water." When the day comes, I'll go find the Butterfly Flower, and the wizard who likes to give away gold coins! ”

The sun is out of the East!

When the day dawned, the golden light spread down from the sky, illuminating the square inch-sized island of Hebasi, unfolding a beautiful fairyland in front of Lorraine and Henna.

Blue sea, silver sand, sunny palms, broad-leaved shrubs.

In the distance, the mountains that look like rabbits are black, down there are continuous dark green, and the surrounding beach is light green and tender green, and the quartz beach is silver and white, and the water in front of you is crystal clear.

Lorraine and Henna sat shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the beach. The bonfire around him had long been extinguished, and the pyres were emitting wisps of black smoke and drifting into the sky, echoing the pillars of smoke in the distant mountains and the fog walls on the horizon, shaking gracefully.

Henna is enchanted by this beauty.

"Lorraine."

"Hmm."

"Why do they call this Devil's Island?"

"Because legends about it came out of nowhere overnight, like a demon whispering in a man's ear."

"Really?"

"Of course not." Lorraine smiled dumbly, "At the beginning of the Renaissance, people turned up Pythagozilla's theory of the circle of the earth from the Greek texts, and found the corroboration of Eratosthenes and Ptolemy, and began to doubt the flat theory preached by the Catholic Church. People want to believe that the earth is round, and among them, the navigators are the most convinced. ”

The legend of Hebasi began to appear in the mouths of navigators. They say that there is a new continent on the west side of Europe, on the other side of the ocean, and they try to depict it with all their imagination. Even if Columbus discovered America, unlike the legendary Hebasi, they did not want to admit that what their ancestors had preached and depicted for generations was fake, but they just reluctantly turned the continent of Hebasi into the island of Hebasi. ”

It carries the revolt of the navigators against the rule of the Church, like the heliocentric theory of Copernicus and Bruno. This is the real reason why it is called Alcatraz, because every adventurer who seeks it is a fallen person who has been seduced by demons in the eyes of the Church. ”

"So it's so important...... Henna blinked and stood up, "Lorraine, where's the Butterfly Flower?" ”

"We didn't see the boat when we swam over. If she hadn't sunk in the reef zone, she would have been on the back side of the island, blocked by a volcano. ”

"Roundabout? Or crossing? ”

"Let's go around the island." Lorraine also stood up and patted the broken sand on his pants, "Rush into the jungle, I'm afraid I'll meet a wizard who gives gold coins." If he's not friendly, it's bad. ”

The course of action has been decided.

Lorraine and Henna are both quick doers who set out to go as soon as they decided.

The two walked cautiously along the coastline, chopping bushes and walking around the island, and without encountering too many obstacles along the way, it took them half a day to find the Butterfly Flower stranded on the back of the island.

She staggered onto the beach, bow held high, revealing the hideous, broken hull in the sun.

Seeing the busy figures of the sailors, Lorraine showed a heartfelt smile: "Those guys...... Well done. ”

……

Unbeknownst to Lorraine, however, the ship was a different story.

The Butterfly Blossom arrived later than Lorraine, and it wasn't until four hours earlier that they swept onto the beach with their sails outstretched.

It was already getting dark.

After successfully grounding the hull of the ship, they spent another two hours cutting wood, using palm logs as wheels, concentrating on manpower to straighten the hull and put the bottom plate onto it.

It was only then that the Butterfly Flower completely escaped the shadow of the shipwreck.

The pressure to survive is lost, and other worries come flooding in.

Carrying her own cable axe, Clen roared and instructed the sailors to cut wood.

Pierce and a few sailors cleaned the holds, carried food and water onto the beach, and erected improvised shelters.

Noah sat silently on her knees by the helm wheel, with the crystal ball of fate in front of her, and the same quiet white ears on her shoulder, and the magical silver tarot lined up in front of her, shuffling the cards again and again, divining again and again.

Acharin wandered around like a savior, seemingly idle, and too busy to touch the ground.

Everyone has unspeakable hesitations in their hearts.

After Lorraine and Henna overboard, the Butterfly Blossom sailed for nearly ten hours, and at a speed of 0.5 knots, they traveled a distance of nearly ten kilometers, and it was only long, not short.

With such a long distance and deep fog in the fog, can Lorraine really swim to the island with Henna?

What would they do if they lost their captain?

Acharin was the most convinced of all that Lorraine had died at the bottom of the sea.

He became restless, feeling that he had saved the ship and deserved to be supported to become the new captain of the Butterfly Flower.

To be justified, he needed the support of seafarers.

Karen, Pierce, Noya...... Who to start with?

Acharin's eyes roamed over the three of them, and when he saw Noah sitting alone by the wheel, a smug smile appeared on his handsome face.

Who better to be a target for a romantic gentleman than a cowardly, worthless Romani maiden who is beloved among sailors?

Capture this woman, and then ...... Take the throne of captain and president!