Charles walked through the dimly lit corridor to the narwhal's tank,

He unscrewed the wooden lid and took a flashlight and shone it inside.

This is one of his daily patrol tasks as a captain to make sure that everything is normal in the freshwater.

Just as Charles was about to close the hatch, he suddenly felt a voyeuristic gaze shoot out of the round porthole next to him.

Charles didn't panic in the slightest, he slowly closed the hatch, pretending to leave.

The moment he stood up, the flesh revolver had already appeared in his hand

"Bang Bang!!" the gunshots rang out, accompanied by the shattering of the glass of the porthole, and a green palm with fish webs was torn in half by the bullet.

Charles hurried to the window and found that there was only some disgusting purple blood left in the place, except for half of the disgusting palm.

"It's out of the safe lane, so all this mess is starting to come out?" Charles muttered to himself.

It was at this moment that Charles suddenly sensed someone behind him, and he quickly turned around and pointed his gun at the comer. "Stop!!Say your job title and name!"

"Deep, Boatswain, leads sailors in the maintenance of the hull, deck equipment and other daily tasks. A haggard-looking Dip stood there and reported.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and he put the muzzle down and walked over. "Why did you get out? Didn't you get back to bed?"

"Captain, I'm fine, it's just a little cold, and with your scarf, I feel so much better. Deep, who was wearing a thick layer of clothing, said as he pulled the gray scarf around his neck with his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, but I've finally survived. Charles breathed a sigh of relief, as he thought he was going to lose his boatswain when Deepp's condition worsened and he fell unconscious the other day.

"Captain, rearrange your helm duties, I can already take the helm again. ”

"Forget it, you're recovering from a serious illness, rest more, I'll just take a bandage. Charles, with a hint of relief on his face, patted his hand on the shoulder and walked up the ladder.

In the cockpit, a sailor was nervously steering the rudder, his bandages silently watching the dark water under the searchlight in the distance.

"It's time for my class, you go and rest. Charles patted his first mate on the shoulder with his hand.

Bandage nodded silently, pushed open the hatch, and passed Deepp as he entered.

The hippie-faced Dipper walked over and snatched the sailor's helm with a smile.

"Captain, I'm really fine, you see, I'm really completely fine. Dipper expertly inspected the various equipment in front of him, pleading with Charles to let him take the helm.

Charles sighed slightly, he knew that this kid was not such a person who could stay in bed so peacefully.

He pulled over a stool and sat down. "Then you try the four-hour shift today, and if you feel any discomfort, tell me as soon as possible. ”

"Okay, no problem, lying on the boat every day, looking at the old face of the doctor, I am going crazy. Dipper's voice was lighthearted.

"Your temperament is still so jumpy, maybe it will be better when you find a woman and have a child. ”

Dip laughed twice.

"Are you still dreaming about your mother lately?"

Dipu thought for a moment and said, "No, she seems to have been gone for a while. ”

"That's good, it's definitely not a good thing to appear in a dream inexplicably, maybe it's that thing that caused you to get sick. ”

"But Captain, that warm feeling is really like, my mother. Dipp said with nostalgia in his eyes.

The two continued to chat, chatting and chatting, and the conversation turned to the place of light that Charles was looking for.

Charles told him about the wonders of modern civilization, and Deepp listened quietly.

Later, Charles didn't know if he was talking to him or himself.

"Captain, I heard the doctor say you won't live long??" Dipper interrupted Charles with a cold inquiry.

Charles chuckled a few times. "That's what he seems to say, he says I won't live to be forty, by the way, how old am I?"

Dipper had a slight expression of struggle on his face, "Captain, why don't we find a cure for you first, and we must live before we have a chance to find the place of light in your mouth." ”

Charles shook his head. "I don't have time to waste on that, in my mind, finding an exit to the surface is always the first priority, and don't be so pessimistic that I might die at sea before I was forty years old. ”

Deepp rarely didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on the glass, his hands clenched at the rudder.

"Crunch~" The stool rubbed against the floor, making a screeching sound, and Charles, who stood up, looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

Under the bright searchlight, a trace of white mist slowly appeared in the surrounding sea, and the sea of fog became more and more misty.

"Click" sounded with the sound of crystallization, and some frost condensed outside the glass, and the temperature here dropped in an instant.

In the face of this exciting news, the faces of everyone in the crew were full of excitement, life at sea was oppressive and uncomfortable, and now that they had arrived in the sea of mist, it proved that they were not far from returning home.

But this excitement lasted until the fifth day, when it was replaced by apprehension.

At the coordinates of the broken island, there was only a pitch-black sea, and the narwhal lost its target.

In bat form, Odrik bursts through the cockpit door and lands in front of Charles to become human again. "Captain, I've searched all over the area, and there aren't any islands, so it shouldn't be a chart error. ”

Charles's face was very unsightly. "Damn, is the chart that guy gave me a fake map?"

Passing Gavin's experience to the side of his mind quickly, Charles felt that this possibility was very low.

If that kid really wants to hurt him, there's no need to give a wrong chart.

Moreover, the ship had enough supplies to return to the previous island, and he did not do it in any way except to waste Charles's time.

He didn't think that kid was a prank with his own life.

What's wrong?

Charles frowned and thought about all kinds of speculations. But there was no answer.

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