Seeing the cannonballs cross the neighboring ship and hit their targets, there was a cheer on the Abyss, and the minions stomped on the deck and rumbled.

The difference between straddle fire and straddle fire in the ordinary sense of the word here is not to refer to the pinch method in artillery terminology, but to the fact that the angle of the shelling is too high, causing the shells to fly over the deck.

The common cross-shot is different from the expectations in the heart, which is a derogatory term. But when there is a boat in between, it has to be a cross shot that cannot be hit, like a jumping stick in a billiard.

Until the moment before the ship's wreck, Trist didn't understand that Planck's gunnery was so high, and there was no mistake in the firing range, otherwise he would never be stupid enough to come up with such a solution.

The Daughter of Death's cannonballs pierced the hull, the deck was cut wide, the sea poured into the cabin, the broken planks were collapsing, the rum in the warehouse was leaking, and the alcohol and driftwood were floating on the surface of the sea and continued to burn.

The mast had broken off and plunged diagonally into the sea. The huge sail was overturned, ignited by the flames on the deck, and in an instant the whole ship burned violently, and the flames gradually collapsed.

The fire pushed back the sea fog, and the burnt wood spread out with the waves, and from a distance it looked as if the sea was burning, and a wave of flames swelled.

Trist hugged the root of the broken mast to prevent himself from sliding down the sloping deck into the watered cabin, he could not swim, and the thought of falling into the water filled him with panic. TVmobile/

The sail burned right above his head, and the deadly heat hit his face, and Trist was smoked with tears. He wanted to escape from this hell at first, but when he saw Graves' shotgun left on the deck with no one in sight, he chose to wait.

"Malcolm? Dead or not, not dead in reply! He shouted loudly, and immediately Graves' voice came from below.

"I'm here, man!" It turned out that Graves was hanging in the big hole at the end of the inclined deck, and Trist couldn't see it because of the angle.

In the cabin below deck, he grabbed the rope that hung from the deck and was hoisted in mid-air, the water beneath him was the burning water, and he also endured the scorching heat.

There were corpses everywhere, and when he saw many people struggling with fire and water, he said indignantly: "Damn, Planck is so ruthless, even his own people are attacked." Isn't it just renting a boat and leaving Bilgewater, and it's not that you don't return it, as for it? ”

"It's bigger than the sky, to be honest I can understand this approach, but I don't agree with it." Trist said, looking at the charred rudder.

At this moment, he didn't know that Planck had come for the Abyss Crown, and he thought that it was his and Graves' actions that angered Planck and made him lose face.

Things are often not as simple as they seem.

Planck didn't fire any more after the shot, and Graves wanted to get his shotgun, scolding Trist to pull himself up.

"What are you thinking? Pull me up! I'm almost baked into dried fish! Graves swung a little so that Trist knew which rope he was hanging on.

Trist climbed to the other side of the mast and pressed his feet against it, then reclined on the deck and began to exert himself. Graves was so heavy that he almost exhausted his strength, and he took two breaths, all of which were choking smoke.

"If you become dried fish, it must be dried whales, you sink to death......"

Tristefi managed to pull Graves onto deck, and the rest of Graves could climb up with a rope on his own.

He rushed straight to fate and rescued the big girl as the fire spread to her. But when I turned my head, I saw that I was lying on the deck and began to slide down.

"Cuizi?"

Graves screamed, but Trist didn't respond and slid straight down the deck.

Too close to the flames caused Trist to get dizzy, inhaled a lot of smoke, and then used all his strength on Lagraves, causing his body to overload, and his eyes went black, unable to maintain his balance, and slipped off the deck.

Poof

There was a sound of falling water below, and Trist was undoubtedly in the water.

With Destiny in one hand and rope in the other, Graves slid down to the edge of the deck to check on the situation.

Trist was gone, and the sea was full of flames and burning driftwood, like a fire tickling Graves' heart.

He knew Trist couldn't swim, and he didn't even make fun of it, but now it was a reason he had to save him.

The choice of whether to save or not flashed through his mind.

If he didn't save him, Trist would have drowned, and it was a big joke to be drowned as a river nomad, but at the moment Graves didn't feel funny at all.

If he does, he will have to break up with fate. This gun, like Triste, is also not waterproof and breaks as soon as it gets into the water. And this is what he uses to protect himself, and he is nothing without a gun.

It took only half a second for Graves to make his decision, he took a deep breath, released the rope and threw himself into the water, fate sinking with him.

The pure masters are the most righteous, and the gun can be changed again if it is gone, but the brother is just such a one!

A thriving man plunged into the water, and the shredded wood, the torn sails, and the terrified wails came to an abrupt halt in Graves's ears, and all he could hear was his heart beating wildly, and a fire burning in his chest.

The bright flames on the surface of the sea illuminated the bilge a bright orange-red, and he found Trist among the messy corpses. The latter had been awakened from its lethargic state by the sea, and his limbs fluttered like a landlubber, and his mouth kept foaming, and he could not hold his breath at all.

"It's embarrassing for you to struggle in the water." Graves cursed, then swam towards him with swinging arms.

He approached from behind, grabbed Trist's neck with the crook of his strong arms, and then kicked his legs hard in the bilge, dragging him up to the surface.

A piece of charred driftwood floated in front of him, and Graves grabbed it and shoved it under Trist's arm, who vomited a large mouthful of brackish water, gasped and said, "Thanks to you, old man, I would have drunk too much......

It's rare for Trist to say what is in his heart, and to be honest, it is rare, they are always thinking about how to attack each other with bad language, but this time Graves is not happy.

"You're rejoicing too soon."

He stared at the large hole in the water that had entered the cabin, and there, Planck's men were diving into the cabin one after another. And the staircase leading to the deck of the cabin has long been damaged by shells.

The two of them were trapped in the cabin, and the only exit had been taken by the Hooks.

They have become turtles in urns.

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