"Knock knock. A low knock came from outside the door, and a sailor with unkempt hair and dark skin climbed out of bed.

"Who, knocking on the door in the middle of the night. The sailor rubbed his eyes and opened the door.

"The itinerary has changed, and now I'm ready to set sail. A fat, ball-like man at the door whispered. "You go and assemble the sailors, and in ten minutes we will leave port. By the way, try to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the rest of the guests. ”

It turned out that this dark-skinned sailor was the boatswain of the "Kerry", who also served as a second mate. Reluctantly, he agreed and went back to the cabin, got dressed, closed the door, and walked out.

Soon, one by one, the sailors came out of the cabins, about twenty of them, most of them disheveled. Several sailors went to the power room on the ground floor, and many more went up from the stern to the main deck with swearing.

"Boom, la, la......" As the hinges turned, the heavy iron chains were slowly pulled out of the water, and soon the huge iron anchor was fixed to the bow of the ship.

With a slight sound from the magic power plant, the hull slowly moved.

"First mate, you take the helm. The goblin standing in the captain's room said nonsense, because the rudder of this ship was designed according to the human size, and he could not see what was ahead even if he held the rudder.

The Goblin Captain walked outside the Captain's Quarters, the only building located on the bow deck, or the Deckhouse. There were two worn-out magic lamps hanging on either side, emitting a dim light that just happened to illuminate the bow of the ship.

Amid the hustle and bustle on deck, the Kerry slowly sailed out of Port Casali.

"Report to the captain, the current course is fifteen degrees south-west, the wind direction is due south, the wind force is five, and the visibility is good. The sailors on the lookout shouted.

"Medium-mast backmast, raise!" the goblin captain commanded with a shrieked command as he lowered his monoculars. The sailors quickly co-ordinated, and the huge sail slowly rose up, and as the angle was adjusted, the sail puffed into the wind.

Although the fat first mate looked like a ball, he was quite qualified as a helmsman, and he skillfully steered the ship in the predetermined direction.

I don't know how long it took, but Vane woke up. The cabin was shaking slightly, and the shaking was much larger than before. He moved to the porthole to take a look, and it was dark outside, and the waves could be faintly seen in the hazy moonlight, and the ship seemed to have sailed into the sea.

"It's strange, didn't you say that the boat would leave in the morning?" said Vane to himself.

Just then, he felt footsteps approaching and disappearing from the doorway. Although the man deliberately put it lightly, it still did not escape Vane's ears.

Vane quickly returned to the bed and lay down, closing his eyes and clutching the sapphire staff tightly in his hand.

The door to the "squeak...... cabin slowly opened, and a figure appeared outside the door. As the door to the cabin was pushed open completely, a round figure walked towards Vane's bedside, the dagger in his hand glowing coldly.

Vane tensed, ready to begin chanting the incantation.

"First mate, first mate!" At this moment, a panting man appeared in the doorway, and his voice sounded a little young.

"What are you shouting!" the fat man hurriedly closed the cabin door again and walked outside.

Vane opened his eyes, sat up from his bed, crept to the door, and pricked up his ears to listen.

"Oh no, first mate, we seem to ...... Lost course, go and see!" The young man's voice was very anxious.

"Lost, why didn't you lose your way to the prostitutes of Casali......"

The fat first mate's scolding voice gradually faded away, and Vane let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time broke out in a cold sweat. The corridor on the lower deck was very quiet, and a few magic lamps flickered on and off, and Vane opened the door and poked his head out to take a look, and walked quickly in the direction of Felder's cabin.

"What?!, someone is going to kill you?" Felder was taken aback, his eyes wide.

"That's not the point. Vane's eyebrows seemed to be pressed together. He paused and said, "I just heard from the sailor that the ship seems to have lost its course......"

Soon, the five members of the Black Ghost gathered on the lower deck. At this time, the wind and waves seemed to be strong, and the hull of the ship swayed from side to side, and everyone had to obey the wall next to them to stand firmly.

"Are we going to die here......" Ise grabbed Simpson's arm tightly, a flash of fear flashed in her eyes, and her body seemed to tremble a little.

"Let's go up and have a look!" said Felder as he staggered forward.

It was foggy, and the surroundings were gray.

The goblin captain stood on the deck, sweating profusely, his high-pitched voice seemingly hoarse.

"Who has a compass?!" roared the fat first mate as he poked his head out of the captain's room. Soon several smaller compasses were sent over, and there was certainly not only one thing for sailing on the seas.

"This can't be ......," the fat mate looked at the several compasses in front of him in horror—each pointer pointed in a completely different direction, and still swung sharply.

The sailors on deck were still busy, but a sense of panic was clearly being felt at the scene.

Vane and the others had already arrived on the main deck, and the shaking of the hull felt more intuitive on the deck. Sweating profusely, Vane bent down and clung to the side panels of the boat.

The wind was much stronger than before, and the waves crashed wildly against the hull. There was also a light rain in the air. The surroundings were completely blocked by fog, and with all the compasses out of order, the crowd was like ants floating on the leaves in the water.

"Sail down!!" cried the goblin captain in a hoarse voice, as if he was a little exhausted.

Just when a sailor climbed to the middle of the mast, the accident happened. A large tilt of the hull left him unsteady and fell off the mast, lying on the ground unable to move.

"Vane, what should I do?" Elena grabbed Vane tightly with her right hand and wiped the rain from her face with her left hand.

Vane looked at the hands of the mini-compass in his hand swinging back and forth irregularly, and his face was a little pale. This can no longer be called lost course, it is almost like entering another world.

The raging waves constantly crashed against the hull of the boat, and from time to time the sea rushed up and hit the crowd.

"Let's go down!" Vane shouted at the others.

......

"What the hell is going on?" Felder's hair pressed against his face, looking a little embarrassed. He held on to the handrail next to the walkway.

"I don't know, all the compasses have failed, and they can't ...... anymore"

Before Vane could finish his sentence, a low roar was heard. Vane had never heard anything like it, as if it was coming from the depths of the sea, and it seemed like it was coming from all directions.

The next moment there was another roar, high-pitched and loud, completely different from the previous one, but no less terrifying.

The two voices mingled, and the cabin buzzed. The voice grew louder and louder, filled with endless rage, as if it was about to tear heaven and earth apart.

Several people looked at each other dumbfounded, their eyes full of horror.

The Kerry began to sway violently, and the magic lamp fell from the roof of the cabin, falling to the ground and shattering. The door of the cabin "snapped" back and forth.

"Ahh

"Elena!" everyone was shocked.

The next moment there was a thunderous crash on the right side of the hull, and at the same time there was a sound of the hull shattering. The huge impact threw Vane and the others against the opposite wall without any suspense.

Vane felt his left shoulder numb, and he ignored the pain, scrambling to find objects around him to grasp.

The hull of the ship had begun to tilt to the left, and the sound of rushing water was becoming more and more pronounced. The roars became more and more frenzied, and the owners of the two voices seemed to clash violently......

The "Kerry" obviously could not withstand such a turbulence, the entire hull was completely tilted, and the sound of wooden planks breaking was constantly heard.

The entire lower deck was pitch black, and the "whooshing" sea water had poured into the cabin, and Vane was lying on the left wall of the cabin, his numb left arm clutching the edge of a hatch, his right hand clutching the staff tightly.

"Elena! Felder ......," Vane shouted. I don't know if his voice was drowned out by the various sounds around him, or if Elena and the others couldn't hear it anymore, and no one responded.

Vane had lost the idea of escaping at this time, and even the great magicians could not escape from the vast sea. He raised his staff as an obscure spell sounded, and soon a fireball rose and slammed into the opposite wall with a bang, illuminating the entire aisle of the cabin.

There was no one around, the sea was pouring in from the stern, several compartments were filled, and it would not be long before the "Kerry" would be completely engulfed.

At that moment, a terrifying cracking sound erupted from the hull of the ship. The next moment the sea gushed in, the hull shook wildly, and Vane's weak left hand did not grasp it steadily, and slipped into the compartment next to it.

The hull of the ship had cracked, and Vane was immersed in the icy waters. His black hair drifted in the sea, his hands and feet stiffened, and his body slowly sank down.

The "Kerry" began to disintegrate, and the part of the hull where Vane was located quickly sank to the bottom of the sea due to the spice-filled compartments on both sides.

I'm sorry guys, it's all because of me that things have become like this. In the darkness, tears welled up in the corners of Vane's eyes, his eyes closed, and his face turned blue with a look of pain.

Goodbye Elena, and if I can't see you again, then I wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night.

......

At this moment, the surrounding water became violent, and the muffled sound came from far and near, and Vane seemed to have fallen into a whirlpool, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably. In the last few seconds of his consciousness, it was as if he saw a mouth bigger than the "Kerry......

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