Inky clouds enveloped the Inca and its surrounding seas, with lightning and thunder in the clouds, and raindrops poured down with strong winds.

The storm blew more and more violently, and the whole sea was surging and the waves were raging.

On the sea, a small fishing boat is undulating and crumbling, and the huge waves are crashing on the fishing boat, splashing several meters high, and the sea roars, as if it will not stop until the fishing boat is overturned.

In the cockpit of the fishing boat, Rorschach looked out the window, the rain washed through the window, and his vision was extremely different, and he could only vaguely see that there seemed to be a yacht in the waves ahead.

Paul clung to the cockpit handle, apparently he hadn't expected the storm to be so violent, and the violent swing of the fishing boat made his face pale and even his legs trembled slightly.

The two fishermen stood calmly in front of the bridge, as if they were accustomed to such storms.

Rorschach looked at the fisherman's back, and felt more and more suspicious in his heart, the two fishermen were so silent that they had not said a word since they had come on the boat.

Under the operation of the fisherman, the fishing boat laboriously approached the yacht.

Looking up, the white yacht was stuck on the reef, and the sails had been blown off by the storm, and they didn't know where to go.

Holding on to the window, Paul looked anxious, turned to the fisherman and urged:

"Can we hurry?"

A fisherman gave him a blank look and turned the rudder without hurrying.

"Please hurry, they are dangerous!"

Paul looked at the fisherman's calm appearance and became restless.

Rorschach stepped forward and said:

"The wind and waves were too strong, and with patience, we immediately approached the yacht."

"I know ......"

Paul turned his head, frowned, and muttered, "It's just that these two are so silent that it makes me very nervous." ”

Rorschach nodded, the two fishermen didn't behave like normal people at all.

At this time, the fisherman with sunglasses stepped out of the cockpit, and the yacht was already in front of the boat.

Rorschach and Paul hurriedly followed, and Paul struggled to push open the hatch, and the wind and rain slapped on their faces, instantly soaking them wet.

Walking up to the bow and looking at the yacht that was clearly tilted, everyone understood that the yacht was about to sink.

When Paul saw this, he hurriedly shouted:

"We need to get closer!"

The sunglasses fisherman nodded, raised a harpoon, and turned his head to gesture closer to the cockpit.

The fishing boat began to slow down and slowly approached the yacht.

The sunglasses fisherman stood at the bow of the boat and threw his harpoon with great force, which hooked the yacht.

Rorschach and Paul hurried forward, and together with the sunglasses fisherman, they pulled the rope attached to the harpoon and brought the fishing boat closer to the yacht.

The three of them fastened the fishing boat and yacht together, and the fisherman in sunglasses picked up a flashlight and handed it to Paul.

"Get in...... Look for...... Hurry back...... I don't know when the ship will sink ...... It's too windy......"

The sunglasses fisherman commanded intermittently, with a very strange accent.

Paul took the flashlight, stood at the bow of the boat, and took a deep breath, but he was still a little afraid to jump onto the yacht.

Rorschach shook his head, glanced at the fisherman in his sunglasses, stepped onto the yacht, and turned to wave to Paul.

Paul nodded, plucked up the courage to jump over, had just stepped on the deck of the yacht, and as soon as his feet slipped, he was about to fall.

"Be careful!" Rorschach hurriedly helped Paul to pick up the flashlight he had dropped on the deck.

"Thank you." Paul took a breath and took a firm foothold on the yacht.

"Let's go inside."

"Uh-huh." Paul wiped the rain from his face and quickly led the way to the cabin.

Rorschach turned on his flashlight and followed him.

When I walked into the cabin, it was pitch black, and the sea water was pouring in under my feet, and it was no longer up to my ankles.

"Hauer? Vicky? Paul cried out as he leaned against the hatch.

There was no response from the cabin, and there was not a single figure in sight under the flashlight.

"Hauer?" Paul was stunned for a moment, and looked around, "Vicky? Where are you? ”

Rorschach stood behind Paul, his eyes narrowed, and under the hunter's track, there were no other human dots on the yacht except for him and Paul.

"What's going on?" Paul yelled, "Hauer, Vicky, where have you been?!" ”

"They're not here."

Rorschach held up his flashlight and looked around.

"What the hell is going on?" Paul turned his head nervously.

"It's not clear ......"

Rorschach shook his head, "Maybe they were rescued by a passing fishing boat?" ”

"No...... Impossible, right? Paul bent down and picked up the blanket that was floating in the sea, which was still stained with blood, "Vicky is injured, they can't swim to shore, and we don't see any fishing boats nearby. ”

"Don't worry."

Rorschach reassured, "Think about it, what happened to you before you hit the rocks?" ”

"We ......," Paul gasped, "I just remember having a nightmare, and then we saw the storm and we wanted to go back to the docks." ”

"Nightmare......" Rorschach was about to ask.

Suddenly, the yacht shook as if it had been hit by something.

"Let's go up first!" Rorschach took Paul and hurriedly ran to the deck.

As soon as the two reached the deck, the yacht began to shake violently, and Rorschach and Paul had to hold on to the railing on the deck to prevent them from falling.

The sunglasses fisherman on the fishing boat kept waving to them.

In this case, Rorschach and Paul had no choice but to return to the fishing boat, and the sunglasses fisherman released his harpoon, and the fishing boat quickly distanced itself from the yacht.

Rorschach looked at the slowly sinking yacht and narrowed his eyes, the impact just now was very strange, could it be that there was something under the water pulling the yacht?

Gradually, as the yacht sank, the fishing boat returned to the dock.

The fishing boat came to a halt at the dock, Rorschach and Paul stepped off the boat, and the middle-aged pastor was still standing on the pier waiting for them.

By this time, the middle-aged pastor was already soaking wet, and he walked up to Paul quickly and asked:

"Did you find your friend?"

"No ......"

Paul sighed and shook his head, "They're not on the yacht......"

"Don't worry, Miss and that gentleman have gone to the police." The middle-aged pastor continued.

"What?"

Paul realized that his girlfriend Barbara was not at the docks, and he quickly asked, "Where did she go to the police?" ”

"A port town at the northern end of the island."

"How did they get there?" Paul was puzzled.

"I lent them a pickup." The middle-aged pastor explained, "There are no police in the town of Imocca, you can go to the hotel first, and it is estimated that they will be back in more than an hour." ”

"This ......"

Paul couldn't make up his mind and looked back at Rorschach.

"Let's go to the hotel first." Rorschach nodded, with Wolverine by the girl's side, there should be no problem with safety.

Under the guidance of a middle-aged priest, Rorschach and Paul arrive at a hotel in the town of Impoca.

Walking into the lobby of the hotel, there was a bald receptionist in a suit standing behind the front desk, with no expression on his face, just silently watching Rorschach and Paul.

Paul walked up to the front desk and said:

"I'm going to meet a young lady here."

The bald receptionist stared at him, unresponsive.

"Don't you understand?" Paul was a little speechless, "Sir, don't you speak English?" ”

After some comparisons, Paul finally gave up communicating with the bald receptionist, and he reluctantly tried to make a gesture that he wanted a room.

The bald receptionist nodded at this point, turned around and removed the room key from the cabinet in the back.

Rorschach's heart sank as he stared at the bald receptionist, and he saw three gaps in the bald receptionist's neck that resembled the gills of a fish......

Mutants? Or what?