The shadow of a sailing ship appeared on the calm sea, and the sail was only two pieces of rag, and the mast had long since been broken.

The broken ship was carried onto the beach by the waves, and the man with a face as white as paper jumped off the deck, kneeling on the scorching sand baked by the sun and retching.

"Gross-"

He lowered his head and vomited for half an hour before he felt alive again, rolled over and collapsed on the warm sand, Bill wiped the corners of his mouth, and stared at the blue sky in a daze.

Feeling the solid ground beneath him, he saw the lush woods not far away, and the vast mountains on the horizon.

"Hey, hey, hey, hahahahaha!"

"It's back, it's really back!"

Bill laughed heartily, laughing and coughing, and he grabbed a handful of yellow sand, which slipped slowly through his fingers, with the most real grain.

"It's nice to be back on land......"

I don't know how long I lay down, but the clouds covered the bright sun, and my face was covered by shadows.

Bill stretched out his left arm and mobilized the black power that drove the smuggling ship, and nothing happened, as if those powers had been exhausted as he fled the endless Black Sea.

"I'm glad it's gone, isn't it......"

There was no joy in his heart, but he was a little lost, and he tried to hold up half of his body, and Bill's arms and legs were still a little weak.

"Even though I escaped from that dark world, I still don't have a clue why I became another person. ”

"Now I can only take one step at a time, nothing happens for no reason, and since I'm here, I'll always find a way back. ”

“...... Let me know who did all this to me and I definitely won't let it go!"

Bill got up and walked to the dilapidated smuggling ship, the sun was about to set, he was going to spend the night on the ship, the strange land was also full of unknowns, and Bill's nerves were not yet fully relaxed after the terrifying monster attack.

The creaking wooden boat was just a big wave away from breaking it to pieces, and Bill grabbed the reins and flipped onto deck.

On deck, the bodies of the crew were still there, and the corpses began to decompose, some hanging in the air.

Committed to jumping into the cabin, Bill needed to find supplies, and the waterlogged wooden boxes were piled up on top of each other, many of which had been smashed and dry straw scattered all over the ground.

Turning over the straw, a faint smell of alcohol came, and a little fruity lingering.

"They bottle the wine before shipping?"

Bill saw broken glass shards in the straw, and only the unclean seawater left in the broken bottles of high-end red wine, which were indeed prone to shattering in the rough sea.

Swallowing unconsciously, he pried open the remaining wooden crates and finally found some common and undamaged goods.

"Soap, tea, these canned salmon meat are good things, at least I don't have to go to the sea to catch fish for a short time......"

"It's a pity that those red wines, it's a shame to waste them!"

Climbing up to the deck with the cans of salmon, Bill realized that the black dagger was missing, maybe it was dropped in the chaos, it didn't matter, now he needed a sharp weapon to open the delicious cans.

Bill looked at the corpse, he thought that these crew members should have daggers on them, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked towards the crew.

"I'm sorry, but I'm here to live. ”

Having the courage to take off the purple-faced crew's clothes, Bill began to rummage through useful things, not just daggers, but also compasses, flints, or whatever.

He was lucky enough to find the dagger when he took off the clothes of the third crew member, and even rummaged through the flask, which contained a highly concentrated rum filled with the aroma of cocoa.

Excitedly drank a large sip of rum, the characteristic sweetness and fragrance of rum moistened Bill's dry throat, and the alcohol made his soul swell, and he no longer had to scare about rummaging through the dead.

"I knew you were a bunch of human traffickers, and you still had such a delicious wine, thank me for bringing you back from that world, otherwise you would have to be ghosts in a space full of monsters!"

"Alright, let me see what's hidden in the next guy, I hope to flip through a map, a telescope, a nautical diary, damn brute, it's time to give me some hints!"

Bill, who was on top of the alcohol, had no scruples, his eyes seemed to be blazing, and he bent down with a rough breath and rudely ripped the corpse of his clothes.

A bag bulgs out of the red and white crew suit, and Bill can't wait to open it, hoping it contains something good that will help him get out of the situation.

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

It contained prickly heat powder wrapped in waterproof kraft paper, as well as a dozen yellow pennies engraved with a crown thorn flower symbolizing a certain royal family.

“...... If there is a shop or a hotel, I can use the money to buy a new dress, look at me, the beggars on the street are more decent than me, but they are useless now, and I am more excited by a jug of rum. ”

Bill said as he poured a large sip of rum and tossed the bag aside in disappointment.

He then walked over to the guardrail, where the hapless captain was still hanging, and the body of the captain was stuck between the two guardrails, and Bill suspected that the width of the guardrail was tailored to the captain's size.

He dragged the body back to deck of the captain, who was dressed in a worn brown leather coat, and Bill showed no mercy in ripping the warm coat from the captain and draping it over himself.

Continuing to grope around the cold, swollen corpse, Bill burped, exhaled a strong smell of alcohol, and his eyes were a little misty.

"He's a captain anyway, and he should always have something useful with him. ”

"You are all my hope, don't let me throw you into the sea to feed the fish, I don't want to be a bad person, I don't want to come here, you forced me, you forced me......"

"Ahh

"Bad-hearted old man, let me find it sooner, and I have to threaten you before you are willing to hand over the good things. ”

Finally, a flap bronze compass was pulled out of the captain's body, and a brass telescope that could extend out three knots, and a damp-proof nautical chart printed on vellum paper was now blurred.

He also found a large bag of coins and miscellaneous items, threw them on the ground, and Bill opened the lid of the compass and spun around in two circles.

When he saw that the compass was pointing in the same direction, Bill exhaled a breath of wine, took the compass into his arms, and returned to the can of salmon with the dagger in his hand, sat down tiredly, and continued to think.

"What age am I now?"

"People in this world speak the same language as me, but in currencies I haven't seen before, they dress vintage, they use crude objects, like old-school performance artists. ”

"I know the style of smuggling ships, the common three-masted full-sail ship a few centuries ago, this kind of ship is not large, and has a good speed in all kinds of winds, but it requires more people to control the sail line, which is a common type of ship in freight. ”

“...... Seventeenth century, or eighteenth century? If I'm not mistaken, the telescope is a product of the early seventeenth century, and of course the guess is that I'm still on the original planet, and if I go into another space-time or parallel universe, experience and insight will prevent me from coming up with the right answer. ”

"Whew—I'm at the limit of my strength, it's time for me to eat and rest. ”

Bill rubbed his eyelids, and his head began to ache, unable to continue thinking.

"Tomorrow, I can climb the nearest mountain with a compass and a telescope, see if it's a desert island or a corner of the mainland, and if there's a town, find out what era I've entered. ”

"Hopefully everything is a dream. ”

Bill finally stabbed open the canned salmon that had been crushed by the cargo with his dagger, and before the oily can could be sent into his mouth, his stiff eyelids could no longer resist the sleepiness and could no longer open them.

He was so tired that he collapsed on the deck, covered only by his cold-resistant leather coat, and the mellow rum made him forget the pain and fear for a while, and brought the lost man a long-lost restful sleep.