To understand the legend of Notilus, one must first understand this man, who is indeed a human in even the most exaggerated tavern tale stories.

Although the tide has long since taken his real name, many people remember that Notilus was not only a sailor, but also a salvageman. In the southernmost part of Blue Flame Island lies a ship's graveyard, where the fleet is said to have sunk in search of a blessed island in exchange for the secret of eternal life. On a clear day, one can see the flickering light of the ship's graveyard from the water. Many fleets are looking for someone to salvage these lost treasures, but no one can match the muscular Notilus.

A breath is enough for a galleon to lose the wind, so he prefers freediving. Although he always brought back a considerable amount of gold and jewels from underwater, he did not ask for any special reward - only that the captain must throw a coin into the sea before each voyage as a tribute to the vast expanse of the sea. This is of course a sailor's superstition, but many fleets that sail far away will pay tribute in this way, asking for a safe home.

After several years of salvage, this lightly earned fortune gradually bottomed out, and each time it was launched, the harvest became smaller and smaller. Until one day, everyone found that the entire fleet had been transferred to the next family, even with people and ships.

On the day the new captain boarded the ship, the dawn was as red as blood. He came from a foreign port and brought with him a large diving suit made of brass and iron. He had his eye on Notilus - in fact, he bought the boat for Nautirus. The captain had clearly taken a fancy to a particular shipwreck, which was shrouded in darkness even on a sunny day. The wetsuit can withstand the pressure of the seabed longer than any human, enough to clean up the eerie shadows.

The crew felt that it was better to have work than to starve, so Notilus was stuffed into a diving suit, which weighed down the wooden deck and groaned. That's when he realized that the crew didn't have the money to pay their tithes. Panic choked his throat. The captain of the alien laughed as he watched as Notilus was released into the water. He assures the crew that whatever the secret that Lady Beard is hiding, it will make them rich overnight. The stupid tax will have to wait until Notilus comes up.

Natilus sank into the sea, the light above dimmed, and everything was silent, except for the sound of his breathing echoing in his iron wetsuit. Then, something poked out from the depths and dragged him down. For the first time, Nautirus felt fear gripped his heart like a solution. Below this is not some treasure that the captain longs for, but some kind of terrifying power that sleeps.

Notilus grabbed the chaining of the anchor, the only link he had to the human world, and climbed up desperately as something from the bottom of the ocean still tugged at him. But the weight is too much. His massive fingers were almost above the surface when the chain broke. But no one could hear Notilus screaming in his wetsuit. In desperation, he clung to the iron anchor in his arms and tumbled into a dark whirlpool. Dark tentacles entangled around his body, and he could only see the faint silhouette of the ship's hull fading. And then, everything fell into darkness.

By the time Notilus woke up on the seabed, he had become ...... It's different. The darkness no longer pained him. The massive wetsuit had fused with him and turned into a shell, hiding his soul that had been corrupted by his native power. He is trapped at the bottom of the ocean in the dark, and only one memory remains—the new captain has broken his promise.

Notilus swore at the moment that everyone would pay taxes to the sea. He will personally supervise.

Driven by this thought, Nautirus trudged towards the coast. But by the time he arrived in Bilgewater, years had passed, and the captain and crew had long since been nowhere to be found. He had no way to be born again, nor was he able to take revenge. Instead of returning to the bottom of the sea, he took out his anger on the greedy and smashed their ships with the iron anchors in his hands.

Sometimes, in the midst of the undulating waves, distant memories emerge on their own...... But as Notirus, he was always lurking beneath the surface.

No, no, no, there's no one there. Friends, sit down together and take a few big sips...... Ah, I'm used to saying that, huh.

Eh, I've seen shipwrecks. When I was your age, I experienced it myself. Called the Serpent, the ship, sank in the Sawtooth Strait. I was the only one who survived. If you buy me a drink, I'll talk to you.

This one? Friend, this gold coin can't be spent. My Lucky Siren Coins, to pay my tithes.

Tithes. Do you know. Everybody knows it. "If you don't pay tithes, the sea will boil and the mountains will shake."

Oops, Ms. Beard said...... Surely you haven't heard of Notilus either? Is it the Titan of the Abyss?

Boss! Fill us with wine, this is a good girl! As the saying goes, if you don't get drunk, you won't return...... My friend pays.

Ah~ good thing, it really is.

It's been almost thirty years, and we've just come back from the hunt. I used to be a harpooner, the best in the slaughter fleet. We've got an axe-fin behemoth - yes, one of those big bastards. We dragged the monster back to the harbor. Lars: It was just about to dawn, and the lights of Bilgewater were flickering in the distance, calling to us. Razorfish and mad dog sharks followed us as the blood of the giant beasts seeped into the water, you see.

And then our captain ...... Hey, we don't see him very much. Unreliable guy. He swore by heaven and earth that he had titheed before we left. "A golden siren," he said, "I only have so much." ”

But none of us saw him throw the gold coins out of the ship's side, not really. So naturally, we didn't believe him very much, because he was a big rat who had to die of a pick. But anyway, we continued on our way.

That's when the Deep Sea Titan came.

We were unprepared, and the deadly iron anchor rushed up from the bottom of the water. Simply broke the keel, pierced the main deck, clasped the hull tightly, and began to drag us down...... Oh, friend, it was a mess. The sailors were thrown out, the sea water boiled like a pot, and the schools of scavenging fish began to munch on it. I grabbed the captain and yelled at him, "You liar! Mother Hu is punishing people who don't pay taxes! ”

The ship sank quickly. But the deck could not bear the strength, and the iron anchor broke off and fell back into the sea. If that's the end of it, many of us might be able to get our lives back.

But no. Notilus wasn't done yet.

The hull of the ship is inclined to starboard, that is, to the right. Because the titan grabbed the side of the ship and was about to climb up, it pressed the ship to its side. Maybe he used to be human, but what I saw out of the sea that night wasn't human. I grabbed the captain by the neck and yelled, "Look at what you've done! I pinched it tighter and tighter, and his eyes widened. He saw Notilus coming towards us......

So I threw down the captain and got into the sloping deck. That guy grabbed the captain with one hand, can you believe it! It was so big that the captain's fingers could be completely closed—the captain wasn't a small man, anyway.

I shouted, "Take him to my taxes!" ", and jumped off the boat.

I don't know how long I was in the water. It's only a few seconds for sure, but it feels like a year. Praise the mother snake, the scavenging fish of the sea did not eat me. I struggled to climb the spire of a reef, and there were quite a few in the channel. Then I watched the Serpent sink.

Notilus still clung to the captain. He writhed around like a worm in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't break free. The Deep Sea Titan just stood there, motionless, like a statue. I watched them go—downward, all the way down, into the darkness.

Why did you let me go? I really don't know. Maybe I'm the only one who paid tribute. Or is Notilus going to keep the story alive and tell the story to others? However, in the darkest night of Bilgewater, when the murderous fog falls, you may hear him wading out of the shadows, slowly, step by step, dragging the deadly iron anchor behind him......

Friend, what advice do you ask me? There is always a gold coin in your pocket, and tithes must be paid. Also, don't trust any captain who says he's paid his taxes until you see it with your own eyes.

After all, you don't have to have the same good fortune as I do.