After dinner, it was time to rest, and West, who was in a good mood, walked towards the crew lounge.

He wasn't a full-fledged helmsman yet, so he didn't have to work the night shift and could rest like any other sailor

Sailors in the deck group are not on duty 24 times like the turbine crew and the crew of the ship.

This is a good and a bad, the good is that their rest is very regular, and the bad thing is that this is the only benefit of their sailors, who are the lowest paid on the whole ship.

As soon as I opened the door of the lounge, the smell of stinky feet and pungent tobacco came to my face, but Vest was used to the smell, and seven or eight men gathered together, don't expect it to be clean.

The crew's lounge is the largest cabin on the Narwhal, but with a four-seater double bed and a table, and then filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items for the crew, it is unusually crowded.

In the room covered by the clouds, he saw that the second mate Feuerbach was gambling with the crew who had just eaten a full meal, and he sat in the village, and the smile on his face should have won a lot.

Under normal circumstances, except for Odrik's vampire who gambled with blood, he rarely gambled against others, and his salary was used to buy a house for his family, and it must not be wasted in such a place.

He took off his boots, lay down on his own iron bed, picked up a thick book at the head of the bed and looked at it.

He used to love to watch sea adventures, but when he actually became a crew member, he switched to various love stories on the islands.

He'd already read the book once, but the plot was so exciting that he wanted to revisit it before he went to bed.

"Hah! 19 o'clock! I won again. Give money, give money, give money!" Feuerbach's excited shout reached his ears.

West tried to move a little farther away, but the crew lounge was so big that the voice of his companion still reached his ears.

"Alas, you guys. Haven't you heard? The telegram we just installed is about to be taken by the lunatics of the Cult of Light. ”

Feuerbach's voice interjected, and he said with a hint of complaint in his tone: "I don't know what these guys are crazy about, there is finally a telegram on the ship, and I wanted to contact my son more, but now it is completely out of play, my son doesn't know me anymore when he goes to sea like this." ”

West's face sat up, and he threw himself at the table with a nervous face, and said, "Is this true? Why did you tear it down? I haven't sent a telegram to my mother!"

"Then you'd better hurry up, I heard that the other party is already demolishing. ”

Vester, who was very anxious, immediately threw down what he was holding and hurried in the direction of the telegram.

When he walked down the narrow corridor to the cabin where the telegram was kept, he saw that several members of the Cult of Light were already working on it.

"Wait, guys!Let me send another telegram!!Just one!!"

As he spoke, West picked up the telegraph code parsing book on the wall. But he was pushed back by his hand by a bald head with a face full of anger. "The Pope commanded that no one should send any more telegrams. ”

"Friend, it's really just one, if I suddenly lose my whereabouts, my mother will be very anxious!" Vester rushed over again, but was pushed back by the other party more and more vigorously.

This time, West slammed into the wall, and before he could fall off the wall, his big cold hand was stuck directly on his neck, and a pair of eyes full of anger stared at him.

"Why do you have to send a telegram?! Are you the spy!"

West struggled desperately, his face flushed. "Ahem...... I...... I don't know about you...... What are you talking about, ahem, I just want to give my mother a ...... of peace."

"Really, let me see if your words are true or false. Wright sneered, and with a flip of his tongue, a long, sharp needle was spun out by him.

Just as the long needle was getting closer and closer to Vest's eyes, an emerald green branch writhed between the two of them.

"Let him ...... ......" Wright turned his head to look and saw that a guy covered in bandages had appeared in the hallway at some point, and the green branch had come out of the gap.

"Huh!" With a stroke of the long needle, the emerald green branch in front of Les snapped.

"No one can disobey the Pope's orders!

As soon as Wright's arrogant words came out, more plants grew out of the bandage, this time no longer branches, but all sorts of sharp vines covered with barbs.

In just one second, vines instantly filled the entire room, and the center of the vines was a bandage, and a slow sound came from his mouth. "I'm ...... The ship's first mate...... Let him ......"

Although the voice is not high, it is full of domineering.

There was a hint of anger on Wright's face, the joints of his hands were distorting normally and rapidly, and at this moment of tension, a cultist of the Cult of Light behind him tugged lightly.

"Wright, take your temperament, have you forgotten what the Pope said, and we can't get into conflict with the people on this ship, don't you even listen to the Pope?"

Looking at the thorny vines around him, and then at the young man in his hand, he snorted coldly, directly put down the vest in his hand, and stepped aside with a blue face.

Vest couldn't care so much at this time, and hurriedly ran to the telegram and sent it.

The vines protruding from the bandage quickly withered and withered, and he swept the faces of everyone present with those two pitch-black eye sockets before turning away.

"Thank you, Mr. First Mate!" came Vest's grateful voice behind him.

Hearing this, Bandage's mind flashed the image of West saying goodbye to his mother, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He didn't stop at his feet, and made his way down the hallway back into the cockpit again.

"And ...... Two hundred nautical miles... ......," Bandage thought silently as he looked at the charts on the wall.

His bandaged hand slowly touched the location of the destination on the chart.

"Bandage, what's wrong with you, did you find anything?" asked Deep, who was at the helm, curiously.

"This place...... I seem to have been...... I seem to remember...... What ......"

"Hey, can your words be accurate, I've been to the sea with you many times, and you've said that you've been to a place nine times if not ten times, is the sea your home?"

"No...... This time is different...... It's not the same......" The brow under the bandage slowly furrowed.

"That'...... Do you want to talk to the captain about this bandage?" asked Dip hesitantly.

"No... Never mind... Maybe I'...... Misremember...... Maybe. ”

Dipper gave him a blank look, held the steering wheel steadily, and continued to sail.