As the distance got closer, several people in the boat also began to get nervous, it didn't look obvious on the Pearl, but when they rowed the dinghy closer, they saw that this hammerhead shark was really a monster, much longer than the dinghy, this kind of shark can overturn the entire dinghy with a single impact.

It's no fun, and fighting sharks in the water is a joke.

The shark's sheer size and agility in the water meant that the musket would not kill the creature if it didn't hit a lethal part, but would provoke it, while the more primitive and bulky tool of the fishing fork could do a lot of damage, and all they had to do was keep damaging it and then drag it to death.

Mickey slowly pulled out his fishing fork with the rope, then straightened up and threw it at the hammerhead shark that was hunting in the distance.

The skillful movement caused the fishing fork to pierce the hammerhead shark's back like a flying sword with eyes, and the injured shark instantly dived into the water under such a stimulus, fleeing into the distance.

"Pull, pull, hold the boat!"

Mickey shouted excitedly ahead, the most important thing to catch a shark is this first fishing fork, if you don't hit the target, or just hurt the shark without hooking, there is very little chance to throw a second one.

The rope was straightened in just a few seconds, and the dinghy was subjected to a violent jolt, and then, dragged by the shark, it headed off into the distance.

This speed was not fast, whether it was the weight of the boat itself, or the fact that there were four people on it, plus the resistance of the sea, the shark could not dive deeper at all, and returned to the surface.

"Yo Roar, got this big guy. ”

Gordon held the boat and couldn't help but cry out in excitement as he watched the fleeing shark.

The oars had been withdrawn from the dinghy, and a sailor handed Mickey a stout fishing fork with a metal arrow full of barbs in front of it, the best weapon to kill.

The boat was shaking, but Mickey stood up straight, holding his fishing fork and aiming at the fleeing figure, then flailing his strong right arm and slamming it out.

The fishing fork stabbed the shark in the back, splattering red blood.

"Okay, Mickey is good!"

The first two successes were very exciting, and at this pace, the hammerhead shark was already doomed.

He proceeded to take the next fishing fork, aimed again in the direction the shark was heading, and threw it violently.

But this time it failed, and the big guy in front of him seemed to be aware of the danger, and swam faster and more unpredictable, swinging his tail in the other direction when the fishing fork was about to pierce his body.

But Mickey's expression didn't change, this kind of thing is normal, no one can do it every time, and continued to raise the next fishing fork.

But at this time, the shark was nowhere to be seen.

The hammerhead shark was already a little exhausted by the exertion of physical strength, and the blood drain was even more harmful, and now it began to slow down and dive back into the water after realizing that it could not get rid of it.

The water suddenly became calmer, but it was the most dangerous moment, and the enraged shark was planning a counterattack to destroy the boat that was attached to its back.

"Where?"

A sailor's eyes widened in detail, sweeping the surrounding sea.

Mickey began to pull the fixed rope from the water, but did not feel any resistance, and eventually, a piece of rope that had been broken from the middle was scooped up and bitten off.

Without the slightest hesitation, he cut the broken rope directly, and then picked up a new fishing fork tied to the rope from the side and tied it to the boat.

"Keep your eyes open! The shark has broken free from the rope, we must reattach it!"

"Over there!"

Gordon looked at a white line that began to approach in the distance, the fins gradually coming to the surface, and then roared.

Mickey heard his shout and quickly turned around, and the hands that raised the fishing fork began to get wet with sweat, this was a dangerous moment, the stake could not be stopped, and the whole dinghy was in danger of being overturned.

Looking at the sharks getting closer and closer, Gordon couldn't help but shout, "What are you waiting for?"

But Mickey ignored his shouts and was alone in silent on something, staring at the hammerhead shark.

Gordon raised his musket, he had to stop the shark from approaching, but he was still waiting, waiting for Mickey, an experienced shark catcher, to make a decision.

"Closer, closer......"

Mickey kept babbling, but didn't make another move.

The sailors on the side also began to lose their breath, and raised the musket in their hands for psychological comfort, the probability of this fast-moving creature being able to hit the vital point was too low, and Gordon also aimed at the shark's head.

The sea water slows down the power of the projectile, and even if he hits the vital point, it is still a question whether he can kill him.

"It's now!"

The shark was less than three metres to the side of the boat, and Mickey finally made a move, and in this 100% hit range, there was no chance of his fishing fork missing.

The sharp fishing fork plunged back into the hammerhead shark's back, and the latter gave up on the attacking boat, re-rounded the dinghy, and fled in the other direction.

This big turn caused the ship to jolt violently, nearly throwing Gordon out, and the situation returned to the original chase.

"It's almost untenable. ”

Mickey felt the speed at which the ship was being dragged and said, even such a beast was beginning to be unable to hold on.

The fishing fork continued to fly towards the hammerhead shark, and finally stopped struggling when seven fishing forks were inserted in its back, and came to a complete stop, and its back sank under the influence of the fishing fork, turning out its snow-white belly.

"Oh ......"

The sailors on the boat began to applaud loudly, it was a successful shark catch, even though they had seen it many times, and they did not get bored, but felt that it was a pleasure.

Mickey finally smiled heartily at this time, this was also the first time he had completed whaling on his own, and it had been done under the guidance of Klin, which made him feel particularly accomplished.

And this operation also gave Gordon a new acquaintance with his boatswain, strong body, strong muscles, calm, composed, a young man with potential.

"Captain, how are you feeling?"

When the shark hunt was over, the two sailors began to paddle back with the hammerhead shark in tow, and Mickey sat down next to Gordon and asked.

Gordon let out a long breath and a smile appeared on his face, "Okay, I'm going to ask you some shark catching tips when I have time." ”