"Go to the cabin and plug that hole, or we'll all die here!"

The first mate gave the order with red eyes and gritted teeth, his bloodshot eyes still fixed on the whale that had begun to dive rapidly, and the rope at the end of the whaling fork was firmly tied to the thick mainmast of the brig.

Until this time, he did not give up hunting the white whale.

The rope "swishs" quickly becomes shorter...

"Be careful, hold on to the hull!" the first mate told the crew to prepare for the onslaught.

The next moment, the entire sailboat was violently dragged by a huge force.

Tilted almost 45 degrees to the left, the barrels of whale oil at the bottom of the hold served as a ballast counterweight, so that the whaling ship did not roll over directly.

However, before Fisher could rejoice, he heard a loud click in his ears.

The mainmast of the "Harpoon" turned out to be ... Pulled off!

The last piece of rope tied to it was naturally dragged into the water, and the white whale, which had broken the main mast of the sailing ship, regained its "freedom" with the whaling fork on its body.

Moo –

At this time, the faces of the sailors of the whaling ship were miserable.

The loss of the mainmast of a whaling ship is equivalent to the loss of most of the power, and will this already mad whale give itself a chance to repair the mast?

Without making them wait, the whale quickly gave its own answer.

The water beneath the ship tumbled violently and roared, surging along the side of the ship to the sides.

It was as if even they had become conscious, had foreseen the impending danger, and were desperately trying to escape from the whaling ship.

The giant whale, which had already dived deep into the water, began to accelerate from a depth of several hundred meters, and its strong body stirred the current, but the giant beast of more than 200 tons rushed to the bottom of the "Harpoon" like an arrow off the string!

The huge amount of seawater above its head was easily squeezed away without hindering it.

The next second.

Bang!

In the roar of the explosion, the sailors on board, whether they grabbed the sailboat or not, were swept away by the irresistible majestic force in an instant.

"Ahh

"Help——!

The "Harpoon", which bore the brunt of the attack, was directly hit with a broken keel, and the giant whale broke into two after a flick of its tail and capsized with a bang.

In an instant, all the income from a year at sea has come to naught!

However, the sailors who survived the collision by chance should be worried not about the harvest of the year, but about their own ... Small life.

A whaler emerges from the water and struggles to swim to a nearby broken plank.

But before his fingertips could touch the board, a huge mouth full of sharp teeth had already been bitten down behind him!

"Ahh

The screams of horror stopped abruptly.

The vengeance of the unknown species of white giant whale is obviously much heavier than that of ordinary animals, even the sailors who have fallen into the water and whose future life and death are unpredictable are caught up by it one by one and bitten to death directly!

When the "Storm Horn" on its way to the Kingdom of Taylor passed through here.

It was such a bloody massacre scene that I saw!

There was still a considerable distance to go, and the group that had noticed the movement at sea had gathered at the bow of the ship.

"It's like a ferocious creature!

The whaling ship was unlucky, and it encountered an opponent that it could not resist at all.

I just wonder if this big white whale has achieved stable reproduction and become a new group of demonic creatures?"

Milan's bad luck is still a few days away, and their mental state has been significantly better recently, at least recovering from the shadow of the "angel coming".

Of course, it is not enough to gloat at the people who are more unlucky than themselves, but just talk to themselves about their own speculations.

"It's probably not a coincidence. ”

Next to him, Ambrus, who was still dressed in full armor, frowned slightly and spoke.

In fact, dozens of kilometers away, Aven's seabirds have already sent back images of whaling ship activity here.

But the Storm Horn was already sailing at full speed, and even if Evan had the heart to save the whalers, he really couldn't help it.

At this time, hearing that Ambrus seemed to know some secrets, he couldn't help but wonder: "Is there anything strange in this?"

Amblrose did not deliberately hide it, although it was an internal information of the church, it did not involve secrets that belonged to the church alone, and it was not within the scope of secrecy.

"This sea area is called the Sea of Atried, and it is also the place of favor of the ancient Black Sea god Hipponoa..."

The Yatreid Sea is a bit special in the entire Black Sea, with a very good climate and abundant fishing resources.

And it is not an area controlled by any modern country, and fishing boats from all countries can come and go freely, so it should be a very famous fishing ground.

But on the contrary, very few fishing boats dare to come here to fish.

Legendary.

It is actually the home of the ancient moody Black Sea goddess Hipponoa, who is protected by his divine powers to enjoy eternal peace and abundance.

But because of the evil deeds committed by the inhabitants (mainly fishermen) who lived here against the gods (see Chapter 239 for details), this sea is blessed and cursed!

Any attempt to fish here will anger the goddess, and the end result will be to die in the sea and be devoured by fish!

Therefore, the residents who live in the vicinity, no matter how hungry they are, will never fish in this area.

Only desperate gamblers and foreign speculators who only have whale oil in their eyes will challenge the authenticity of ancient legends at the risk of their lives.

Of course, looking at the way it is now, it is clear that they have lost the bet....

"It's just that people didn't expect that although this ancient sea god has been sealed, he still has the most bottom-line power to maintain the curse. ”

Ambrus told Evan about the sea witch's past and legends, recorded in the Church's ancient files.

His origins, the eight hundred years of his sinking into the Black Sea... It wasn't until it was sealed more than 300 years ago that the current Age of Discovery arrived!

"For the former god of the Black Sea.

Having suffered such a tragic past, there is indeed a reason for any retaliatory action.

It's just that... After all, it has blocked the path opened up by mankind. ”

Although several listeners sympathized with the plight of the ancient sea god Hipponoa, from the standpoint of human beings, if they were decision-makers, they would have made the same decision on that day more than 300 years ago!

Just witnessing this kind of mythical and legendary story is really new to Aven, a native bun who has never even been produced in the country except for Ilya and Pharytis.

Strictly speaking.

This cross-border mission was the first step for Aven to step out of the bathtub in front of his house, and there were too many mysteries like the Sea of Atried waiting for him in this magnificent and magical sea.

As he spoke, the "Storm Horn" had already sailed close to the sea where the "tragedy" had just occurred.

Just as Aven hesitated to interfere with what might be a punishment from the gods, perhaps realizing that the battleship was not to be messed with.

Moo –

After a long hiss, the white whale had already plunged into the water and disappeared.

Eventually, all the remaining survivors were spared.

Well, just two people to be more precise.

One is Fisher, the first mate who has suffered a major blow and lost his companions, relatives and friends, and his career with empty eyes.

The other is Pips, a rotten gambler who even after being rescued on the ship, shouts incoherently: "Forgive! Hippoa, great! goddess ..." and so on.

Seeing the two of them, Evan was no longer interested in asking.

No matter why they came to this blessed and cursed sea to hunt whales, they had nothing to do with themselves, and waved their hands and said:

"Prepare a place for the two of them to stay, and let them disembark when they get to Nisker!"

Aven's words made Fisher's eyes glow slightly.

The first mate seemed to realize that he had been saved, and he bowed deeply in the direction of Aven slowly, and then left with the sailor like a marionette.

The Stormhorn set sail again and continued towards the Kingdom of Taylor.

The Yatreed Sea has also regained its former tranquility and serenity.

Just after a long time.

In the surging waves, a pair of extremely beautiful eyes suddenly opened in the snow-white waves, looking in the direction of the departure of the "Storm Horn", cold and ruthless!

.....

The rest of the trip was uneventful.

Evan spends most of his time studying and researching as an apprentice in a specially converted laboratory on the ship.

Occasionally come out to interact with Milan and them, fishing, practicing swords, and occasionally when the interest comes, they will personally show their cooking skills.

Take swordsmanship sparring as an example.

Among the most basic sailors, there are three lucky ones who receive the captain's sword skills every week.

And thanks to Ai Wen's large number of "potions" during this time, he often takes out a few bottles as a reward for outstanding performance.

Some newcomers who have just joined the "Cape Storm" have experienced the speed of their own progress before and after boarding, and they are surprised to find that:

The most valuable thing about the crew qualifications on the Cape Storm may not be a bright future, but an opportunity that may make them truly extraordinary!

This is something that they would not normally dare to think about until they become full-fledged officers.

The already positive mentality and cohesion are once again unprecedentedly high.

Aivan's most intuitive feeling is that the crew on the ship, not only is there no one who is as cheating and sloppy as on other ships.

It's like beating chicken blood, mobilizing all its own subjective initiative to make this battleship like an arm, as if it came to life.

It's easy to understand why employees in any world think simply: "Don't talk to me about ideals, my ideal is not to go to work, so we only talk about money!"

That's why Evan never talks to his crew about ideals (well, the occasional mental interference doesn't count).

Evan summed it up that every captain has his own command style.

Some people turn every crew member into a part of the machine, which is simple and efficient, while others boldly delegate power and let the professionals play their part to the fullest.

And Evan naturally has it.

Generous loot distribution, sword instruction, and personal rewards (potions, etc.) are the strongest management tools that belong to him!