The storm raged in the sea, and the world beneath the surface of the sea was also bumpy, as if some god in charge of the sea was holding his fish tank in both hands, dangling for boredom and amusement, so that the creatures in the bathtub could only involuntarily stagger.

Dark, cold, boundless.

The deep sea swallowed up the three-masted warships in the lightning storm, the mass of Iron Men soldiers like dust, and the hopes of the Iron Breeds to conquer the enemy camp. It was not until the next day that the disaster gradually subsided, and finally the situation calmed down.

As the light of dawn soaked the sky from the eastern edge of the Sea of Tranquility, Lan Li slowly opened his eyes.

At first he stared blankly at the deep, cloudless sky, but then he remembered something and raised his strong arm in front of him, and then it felt a little unbelievable.

"I'm not dead?"

In the midst of a violent storm, a person who can't swim falls into the sea as far as the eye can see, how can he survive?

He was puzzled by the question when a voice came from the side.

"Want to die? Just turn it over. ”

Lan Li followed the prestige, and a familiar face came into his eyes, black hair was messy, his chin was round and rosacea, and there were several wrinkles on his forehead, which was old and ugly.

He was dressed in a coarse linen shirt and wet trousers, and his hunched back was leaning against the bow of the boat, and he was shaking a leather wine bag vigorously in his hand, and the empty echo seemed to disappoint him.

Pais, the old drunkard, the one on his team.

Lan Li recognized him. At the same time, he found himself lying on the edge of the board of a masted boat, the depth of the sea less than half a meter from his cheek.

"You saved me?"

He stood up as he spoke, but frowned unconsciously. I felt as if I was dehydrated, and my stomach was rumbling as I got up, and I was very hungry.

"It's the cook, he's smarter than us, and he knows how to hold on to the boat on the deck before he gets thrown out." As he spoke, the drunkard Paisi pointed to the brown-haired middle-aged man who was sitting at the stern of the boat with his head down and was concentrating on something, and the other party looked up and smiled at Lan Li when he heard this.

"Just us?" Glancing at the boat, Lan Li couldn't help but ask, "What about the others?" Did you see Jaspi? The blonde one, the one from the same village as me? ”

"The Drowning God's magnificent palace of flowing water will open its doors to our suffering brethren, and your friend will be a good sailor in His palace." The last man on the boat smiled weakly at him.

The stout man who spoke, with long gray and black hair that covered half of his cheeks and the placket of his gray-green-blue robe, was none other than the leading Drowning Priest.

"The great drowning god did not give up on us. You see, the Drowning God has sent His pious people, Lane, to deliver us from the evil methods of the Storm God. He said in a muffled voice, and finally couldn't help but cough violently, as if in great pain.

"That's right, that's what it means to drown." The old drunkard on the side muttered, "Why didn't he send us back to the island?" ”

"We, we can't use mortal cognition to speculate on the gods." The long-haired flooded man and coughed while struggling to explain.

"But He clearly has other plans for us."

……

From a closer distance, this one did not have the high-minded aura of the god stick when they met him twice before, but instead looked like an ordinary old farmer in his forties.

It's a pity that Lan Li was basically not interested in what he said, and after silently mourning for the blonde boy for a while, he diverted his attention.

The blue water ripples underneath the boat, and the mastless boat rises and falls, and in the dim environment, a total of four people are distributed on the four sides of the boat, which looks quite spacious.

The sea beyond the boat was endless, and all of them were covered by the gray and boundless ocean, and the shallow mist shrouded the sea level, which also cast a shadow on Lan Li's heart.

However, although he was worried about the current situation, he could not be called despairing, and after scanning the surroundings, he looked at Chef Ryan, who was working on his head.

Ryan's nickname was given by the blonde boy from the same village as "himself", and it didn't take long for Lan Li to realize that this nickname was actually incorrect, because Ryan was not just a cook.

The ship's supplies were rudimentary, with a bundle of thick rope, two broken cloaks made of linen and the bronze buckles attached to the cloaks, a bow, half an arrow, a short axe, and two long axes, and a few small objects.

None of this seemed to be of much use, but Ryan relied on them to make a rudimentary fishing rod.

At the same time he carefully pulled out a piece of black bread wrapped in linen from his bosom, the bread was wilted, moldy and moth-eaten, and even soaked in water, but Ryan pulled out a soft white maggot from the bread.

"Are you prepared?" Lan Li leaned in and asked.

"We people on Lonely Lamp Island are used to hiding a few bugs on our bodies." The chef said smugly: "If you catch a fish with it, you will have plenty of meat to use as bait." ”

The Isle of Lonely Lights is a tiny island in the Iron Islands, but Lan Li knows this island because it is located at the westernmost point of the known world, and further west is an endless sea that no one has ever successfully explored.

"As long as the bait is sufficient, the people of Lone Lantern Island will never starve to death at sea." The cook set up the bait as he spoke, and then sat down in the stern of the boat and went about fishing.

When he found that Lan Li seemed to have some interest in this, he began to explain.

"I'm not familiar with this sea, but as long as I don't go beyond the Sunset Sea, I can know what fish live where, of course, the fish in the sea are not honest, you have to know some of their habits and ......"

He began to talk about some common fish and fishing methods in the sea, and seeing him gushing, Lan Li couldn't help but ask, "Won't we scare the fish away if we talk like this?" ”

"It depends on what kind of fish it is."

Ryan, a cook who is more like a fisherman, said: "Some fish will be scared away, and some will come together." You have to know that the water is so clear that the timid fish won't come near the boat when they spot it, let alone hear it. ”

As he spoke, he raised the rod in his hand vigorously, and saw a sharp-tailed fish with a large head and silver scales biting and shaking on the hook at the end of the line.

The fisherman then raised his arm to squeeze the fish in his hand and motioned to Lan Li, "Look, these teeth make it very bold. ”

Lan Li looked curiously at the large-headed silver-scaled fish with fangs. Although modern people are well-informed, he does not seem to have seen this fish with his own eyes.

"I said boy, the people of Baiou Village can only dig stones to make a living?"

The boat was not big, and the old drunkard on the side could see all this clearly, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Or are you kid just going to see the fisherman's girl?" ”

"There's no such thing." Lan Li glanced at him, but didn't pay much attention to this guy, but proposed to the fisherman who continued to fish, "I'll help you?" ”

Drowning people are weak and have high status, and drunkards are thick-skinned. I don't know how long this boat will float, and it won't work for a long time just by the cook.

Quickly recognizing the current situation, Lan Li felt that it was better not to eat white food.

"Yes."

The fisherman had no reason to disagree, "but you'll have to get your own tools." ”

Lan Li nodded, and the fisherman gave verbal guidance while maintaining a fishing posture.

If he wants to fish, he needs to have a fishing rod first, which is easy to do, and the cook has some leftover materials.

It was just a simple feeling when he watched others make fishing rods, but when Lan Li did it himself, it was a different look, and the old drunkard was always on the sidelines, and by the time he finally tied the fishing line to the long rod, it had been nearly an hour.

But when he completed this step, he had an additional bonus-

[You have learned a new skill: Fishing Gear Making LV1]

……

With the information that was quietly born, the images in his mind about the time when he had just made the fishing rod came to mind one after another, and it was deeply imprinted in his memory, and with a little thought, Lan Li could remember any inconspicuous details.

He wasn't too excited about this, because he didn't think that he would be able to use this skill under normal circumstances, but Lan Li was very curious about the mechanism of this kind of information-

He thought he couldn't see any hints in this "copy" of history, because he didn't have any attributes when he looked at himself, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

So he looked down at his current body again, but there were still no words about racial hierarchy floating out.

"It's still in effect, but only the real body can appear those attributes?"

Lan Li guessed.

Shortly after he sat down in the bow of the boat and began fishing with a piece of the meat of the fish the fisherman had caught, another message came back to his thoughts.

[You have learned a new skill: Fishing LV1]

……

This message was born with a silver-scaled bobtail being dragged up, and the sun shrouded overhead, and in the full sun, the fish made a large splash of water until it was smashed by an old drunkard, and it began to move.

Then the old drunkard began to gnaw on the scales.

"This fish is the best alive," he said vaguely as he ate, "but only dead fish don't bite." ”

After glancing at the cheeky guy a few times, Lan Li rolled his eyes, then turned his head and continued fishing. It's a pity that he didn't gain much later.

Because there are no oars and no direction to be determined, the boat can only swing aimlessly on the surface of the vast and boundless deep ocean, occasionally moving forward with the waves.

The old drunkard and the long-haired drowning man leaned together, and the two anglers sat one in the bow and the other in the stern until there was enough food.

"If you are thirsty and drink seawater, you can still have a little salty taste, and you can't kill us if you drink less." The fisherman said so, and then a mouthful of yellow teeth bit the belly of the fish he was holding, and the fish was still spasming slightly, and even the blood from the wound kept flowing outward.

Drunkards and drowning people are also feasting on this sea fish, as if eating raw fish is a habit for them. Lan Li stared down at the food in his hand and blinked.

After scraping the scales and peeling the skin, the pink and translucent body of the fish was exposed to the view, and in the sunlight, the eyes of the dead fish on the big head were round, and he had to remember that the fish was still alive in his hands not long ago.

Although he was hungry at Storm's End, he was able to eat a bite of normal food, but now the situation has lowered this pitiful downline.

"Luckily, don't be afraid of parasites."

Sighing, he took a bite of it, and the tender and cold raw fish meat had a hint of salty smell of seawater, and it didn't seem to be so terrible to eat......

He felt that this might be self-soothing.

……

The day after they survived the flooding ceremony, they set sail and encountered a storm at sea that afternoon. In just one day, Lan Li gradually adapted to life floating on the sea.

The sea was all around, and only the boat under his feet could move slightly, and he had to feel like he was in a narrow sea prison.

The few people in the boat were in good shape, and they would be glad that they had survived during small talk, and they would whisper curses the storm and the storm god who was the enemy of the drowning god, but they were not saddened by the death of their companions in the sea.

Apparently they are no strangers to shipwrecks, storms, death, and the like. He is very good at finding food in the sea.

The drowning priest named Lucas waved his arms at sunrise and sunset and prayed that the drowning gods would allow them to reach the Oak Island on the other side, and then continue to charge for the great son of the drowning gods.

Lan Li didn't know what this person was thinking, just with the four of them, even if they got there, it seemed that they were only giving the enemy heads.

At this time, he didn't have much hope for the completion of those three things, natural disasters were no better than man-made disasters, and the sea would not tell them any reason and rules. He felt that if there was a slight wind and waves around him, the ship might be capsized, and several of them would sink into the sea.

At the same time, there were no clues left for him to observe.

But he hasn't decided if he deserves to die—

Lord, it was too painful.

……

On the fourth day after the flooding, the drift continued. Lan Li's fishing skill level has quietly increased by one level, and the old drunkard who has drunk too much seawater is a little upset.

"You're lucky that you didn't drink dehydration." Cook Ryan comforted his companion in this way, and then he himself developed a high fever.

Lan Li was wary of the lessons of these two and tried to drink as little seawater as possible, although it was very difficult, but he thought that as long as it didn't take long, there would be no problem-

On the fifth day, the drunkard and the cook began to drink each other's urine to quench their thirst, and Lan Li was dumbfounded, only to be amazed that night by floating a large vat of tightly sealed wine from the sea, which solved the problem of water for the boat, and with it a large plate of sour hard cheese.

The two of them seemed to regret this, but there was not much emotion on their rough faces. At the same time, this timely supply also slightly alleviated the high fever of the cook.

By the sixth day, although the cook still looked weak, the experienced old fisherman from the island of lonely lamps no longer spoke with the wilting appearance of the fever, but he was still depressed in the face of the seemingly endless sea.

"I probably won't live long." He claimed, then looked at the Drowning Priest who was hunched over the railing of the ship's plank: "Would the great Drowned God want an old and useless fisherman like me?" Lord Lucas? ”

His voice was full of nervousness and anticipation. Hearing this, the other party nodded at him and said solemnly: "The flowing water palace of the drowning god will open the door to all god-worshipping iron species, as long as he is in the sea when he dies." ”

So the cook Ryan smiled contentedly.

……

However, the situation did not develop to that point, because on the evening of the seventh day, the situation changed.

The sea is bathed in the beauty of the sunset, and the boats are constantly swaying with the waves. The old fisherman was standing on the bow of the boat at this time and raised his hand to look, and after discovering the abnormality, his wizened old eyes stared at the boss for a while, and his voice unconsciously raised.

"There are boats! Come and see! ”

Hearing him say this, everyone rushed to the bow of the boat to watch.

However, when he saw the sails of the ship, the long-haired man collapsed back on the board, his face decadent.

"Kraken Flag...... Drowning God save me, it's Greyjoy's ship! ”