On the west shore of the island, two sneaky figures emerged from the tall trees, one of whom had difficulty legs and feet, and one hand was on the other's shoulder.

In the dense fog of the sea, the hideous and terrifying pirate main ship only exposed its side, and a jujube wood board with iron riveting was placed between the deck and the land, and the ship swayed from side to side with the microwave and the board with the ship.

In the forest, the chasing pirates seemed to have caught something, and roared fiercely, leaving a few people behind, and the group then chased after the boat.

On the ship, Ge Lan helped Qi Zhilai onto the deck, leaned on a mast to place it, and turned his head and kicked the board connecting the ship to land away.

Anchor, sail, steer. Glenn scrambled between the bow and stern of the ship, and he could hear the roars of the pirates getting closer.

At this time, the winch of the anchor suddenly jammed, and the enemy had already emerged on the shore, but Ge Lan did not dare to let go - as soon as it was released, the anchor sank to the bottom again, and the part that had been twisted was also lost.

"Sail down!"

He couldn't get rid of his hand, so he had to shout to Qi Zhilai, who was sitting by the mast.

By this time, the ship had been sent out by the waves from the shore, and the planks used for landing had also been kicked ashore by Gland, and the pirates who rushed to the front could not find a way to board the ship for a while.

Qi Zhilai stood up with the mast when she heard the sound, she was not very good at operating this thing, and tried to pull the rigging one by one awkwardly.

"It's not that, it's that! It's not pulling, it's loose!" said Gland, who was anxious at the winch at the stern, and shouted.

On the shore, the pursuers were all lined up, and a few of them with hooks in their hands shook their rope hooks, drew a few circles in the air, and went straight to the bulwark.

Qi Zhilai only cared about the extremely complicated rigging in front of her, and after some tossing, she pulled out the knife in a hurry, regardless of the injury on her leg, half of her body exerted her strength, and slashed at the messy rope. Just as the pirates' hooks were about to hook onto the bulwark, the mainsail fell with a thud.

Ge Lan watched from the winch in the stern of the boat in horror - anyway, he finally caught up, but he would have to suffer when he wanted to collect the sails again.

The wind blowing from the shore is not strong, but it does blow. For maneuverability, the pirate ship's mainsail is large, and with this set of sails alone, the entire ship can be moved.

The dark sails of the ship were blown by the wind, like stinky tofu that had just come out of the oil pot in the market of Chudi. The pirate's hook line was almost the only way to move the bulwark that would be removed, and the rope that had been thrown in a straight line was bent in a depraved way and fell into the water between the ship and the shore.

"Knife, lend me one!"

At the side of the winch, Ge Lan shouted at Qi Zhilai, who was holding on to the mast and gasping for breath. The vernal equinox has passed, and the sun is rising earlier and earlier every day. Against the morning light that had just poked their heads out on the horizon, both of them had sour smiles on their faces.

Qi Zhilai looked at the heavy willow knife in his hand and the light fish knife on the ground, which Cai Zhao did not forget to take back from the cage when he fled. If it weren't for him, I'd have lost these two rare blades, and if it weren't for him, I'd have ......

Qi Zhilai shook his head - this is the choice, after the choice, the only thing left is to move forward. Remorse is useless, for your own choices, and for the choices of others.

"Lend me a knife!"

In the midst of reflection, Ge Lan's shout came again, and from the moment he commanded Qi Zhilai to lower the sails, his tone lacked the sense of distance and respect he deserved.

"Which one do you want?"

The wind grew stronger, and the two had to shout to hear each other.

"Whatever!" Ge Lan didn't know what to say.

On the other end, Qi Zhilai had a wicked smile on his lips, rounded his arms, and threw the heavy willow knife in his hand towards the stern.

Ah——!h

Through the fog, Qi Zhilai didn't know if he threw it accurately, and from this scream, it was about accurate.

"Qi Zuo, your knife is so heavy!"

On the other side, Ge Lan didn't know that the other party did it on purpose, so he simply complained, picked up the knife, put his foot against the winch, and "Drink!" A heavy willow knife was inserted into it to jam the winch.

Then he let go of his hand, lowered his foot, and dragged the winch of the anchor chain a little outward, and then he was firmly pressed against the heavy lancet that was deeply inserted into the stake, and the iron anchor did not fall again.

After doing all this, Ge Lan let out a sigh of relief and took easy steps to the helm platform.

"Let's wait until it gets dark next time to save Cai Zhao?"

The helmsman looked at the road ahead shrouded in fog, and confirmed to the left envoy of the Taiwei State Sect who was wounded on the deck.

......

The dawn also illuminated the island, and in one of the clearings, burnt black firewood was scattered, and the pirates knew they had missed a night's sleep, a prisoner, and a main ship. As the sun rises, sleep is no longer available, but the captives and ships can be recovered.

After a simple stomach, the pirates rowed their longships in groups in search of their main ship. This task is not easy, they just have the ability to find the mother island in the fog, which is related to their blood and spirit, as for the eyesight in the fog, it is just better than people outside Fandong.

By mid-day, the pirates in the clearing were almost finished, leaving only five or six guards.

In the cage, the recaptured captives groaned in pain, and as punishment, the meal that had been eaten once a day was also cut off. They were hungry, and there was fear beyond hunger, and no one knew what the purpose of these bird-speaking pirates was in captivity, was it trafficking, or was it meat-sucking?

The unknown is the most frightening, both for the captives and for the pirates. Since they couldn't understand what the yellow-skinned dwarves outside the fog were saying, whether it was a conspiracy or an insult, a signal or a spell. In this way, they will not be allowed to say anything, as long as anyone in the cage dares to make a sound, what awaits him is a throbbing of thorns.

"That tattooed pirate that your brother held hostage last night, he seems to be able to speak Mandarin. ”

As the day approached nightfall, a few of the pirates who had stayed behind gathered and began to prepare a meal for their late companions. They brought hares from the woods, dug roots out of the soil, gathered firewood and made fires, and were very busy.

At this time, in the cage, a hand gently patted Cai Zhao, and said with a mouth close to his ear.

Cai Zhao was about to react, but the hand that patted his shoulder turned to hold him.

"Shh——, listen to me," he moved forward a little more, "I see you took two long knives with Yanling when you left last night, but when you were caught, they were gone, and they were the objects of the woman who was wounded in the foot?"

Cai Zhao turned his head to answer, but was stopped by him with a light tap.

"You don't have to answer me, listen to me...... I have an impression of the black one of the two knives, and the white one was later beaten in imitation of its system, right?"

Yes, yes, yes. Cai Zhao didn't know why this person didn't want people to answer, but he just asked one sentence and one question, which made him feel inexplicably angry.

“...... I can't remember where the knife came from, what the furnace was, and who wore it, but only one thing—this man would not be an ordinary sea-faring trader. Since you are in a group with her, then I might as well tell you that Xiaosheng is not talented, but he is not an ordinary sea-walking trader, he has important tasks and it is inconvenient to walk openly. Look at the pirate leader who spoke official language last night......"

"What the hell are you going to say?"

Cai Zhao no longer paid attention to his stop, turned around and asked through gritted teeth—gritting his teeth was because he had a nameless fire in his heart, but he had to lower his voice in his mouth.

It turned out that the one who had been chattering behind him was a gorgeously dressed boy, saying that it was gorgeous because Cai Zhao knew the goods, and the material was not rich and buried in gold and blue brocade, and there was a diamond-shaped small grid with a gold frame and a blue background.

To see through all this, it is all the more necessary at this moment for the connoisseur not to be confused by appearances, because at this moment, this garment buried in gold and blue brocade is covered with dust, and the blue surface is also divided by red and black blood.

"Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?" Childe asked aggressively with his eyes raised, annoyed by the interruption of his speech, "I want to tell you that these pirates are not just pirates, they are robbing ships and arresting people with purpose and purpose. ”

"So what?"

Cai Zhao didn't think about this possibility, but Brother Gongzi's inference was not unreasonable—if the pirates robbed two ships this time, both of which were carrying important people disguised as maritime merchants, and the leader could speak official language, this was indeed very suspicious. I have to push back here just because he has a hard mouth.

Brother Gongzi raised his head unconsciously, wiped his mouth confidently, and said, "Since they can trade with our enemies, they must be able to trade with us......"

"At the end of the day, as long as you can communicate, the problem is much simpler. On the side of Brother Gongzi, a middle-aged man wearing the same clothes as him opened his eyes and suddenly answered.

"Father. Brother Gongzi put away the frivolity on his face and turned his head to answer.

Cai Zhao turned his head a little more and also looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking. The father and son have the same conceit on their faces, but there are many small words and few big words, but whether they are like words or cherish words like gold, the omniscient taste in their tones is the same.

"The premise is that they don't really arrest people to eat meat. Cai Zhao smiled sarcastically, he really didn't like to associate with such a person.

But the middle-aged man didn't take this as a joke, but asked seriously: "Think about it, if it were you, would you learn the language of chickens and dogs?"

“...... As I said, as long as you can communicate, you have a way, and the same is true for you. He went on to preach, "There are fools in the world who are free to speak, but who do not understand the truth at all. The young man is a good skill, in a foreign country, on the vast sea, when he encounters such a fool......"

“...... We father and son wanted someone to rely on. ”

......

At dusk that day, Ge Lan struck two full rudders to the right, turned the bow of the ship and returned to the island. In daylight, the fog is white, dyed orange at sunset, and gray after sunset.

Gray is the color of the moonlight, and the same moonlight, if it shines on a clear and cloudless night, is much cleaner, but in such a fog, it only makes people feel that even a puff of inhalation will cause dust on the heart and lungs.

The captured pirate mainship was fast—after escaping, Glenn lowered the other three sets of sails as well, even if there were no moving references in the fog, he could know by feeling alone.

It was precisely because there was no reference that even the sun that barely pierced through the fog after nightfall was gone, so Ge Lan could only choose the dangerous path to return.

The first quarter of the sixth or seventh month of the first month of the first month set just after midnight, and only the stars twinkled—of course, they were not visible in the fog. Ge Lan took the helm at the stern of the boat, and asked Qi Zhilai at the bow of the boat again and again about the situation ahead and whether Kojima could be seen, but received negative answers again and again. Finally, another day of rising sun in the east, and the sailboat's road was still empty.

At this time, Ge Lan once again remembered the legend of Turtle Island in the east of Baiban. If it weren't for that, how could there be nothing in the same place for a day's journey and a night's crosswind?