Unlike the busy people on the ship, there was an old man, but he always sat quietly at the bow lookout, with his head raised, and often made a burst of lotus sounds, as if something was stuck in his throat. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At first, the crew often went to see if he needed any help, but then they got used to it and stopped caring about him.

He was Sparky Polly, and he looked at the pitch-black abyss, and remembered the longing he had when he first set foot on this universe, when he always thought how magnificent and brilliant the starry sky would be, only to find that it was only pitch black, plus a long voyage that made people suffer from all kinds of mental illness.

I remember that at that time, I and a few newcomers in the crew, at the beginning, there was endless energy every day, and there were countless expectations every day, but in the darkness day after day, it slowly became speechless, and everyone became silent. Sparky Polly no longer had anyone to speak to, only the plants, the earth, the sun, the women, and the plants on his home planet day after day, and occasionally the other silent people as well.

Joining the Wrath of the Stars, he originally just wanted to make enough money to go back to his home planet to spend his last days, but he suddenly found that he was too far away from home and could never go back.

He didn't have any idea of going to Mengzhong to gain any eternal life, he was already tired, and now he could finally get a long night's sleep. Sometimes he himself found it strange that he had slept most of the time during the voyage, and he had the idea that he didn't get enough sleep.

When he first joined the Windchaser, the battleship was empty, like a cargo ship that had just been unloaded, and slowly, there were more people, especially after the arrival of that fragile race called humans, day after day lively, hard work, on this battleship, Polly got a long-lost sense of fulfillment......

Slowly, he got used to this kind of busyness, used to finding all kinds of things to do for himself every day, and slowly got used to studying one major after another, looking at more and more crystal shields on the account, but he didn't know what to do with it, maybe he just regarded this as a game, and breaking the game record every day was where his happiness lies.

So in the Alliance Empire, at the moment of disembarkation, looking at this world of flowers that had been imagined for hundreds of years, he suddenly felt a little frightened, and at the last moment, he retreated to the battleship that could give him a sense of security, and finally did not take this step, and chose to stay on the ship.

A year ago, he was awakened from his slumber to see the bizarre abyss that had been preached by countless people.

"Abyss, abyss," Polly muttered to himself, all he could see now was a pile of extremely terrifying numbers in the abyss, in addition, the races with multi-color vision could also see some magnificent colors, but in terms of Polly's three-color vision like humans, the abyss in his eyes was just pitch black like space.

Occasionally, another probe was sent out on the Storm Chaser, and as soon as the probe broke away from the space barrier of the battleship, it underwent an extremely strange change, as if it had entered the water, and the probe suddenly twisted and shook.

Sparky Polly smiled slightly, and said that the abyss was actually quite unusual.

He was very old, and in order not to cause trouble to the fleet, he had already instructed that after his death, all his belongings should be distributed among the people, and that no one would want to be thrown into the incinerator on the battleship. And Jing Dun originally wanted to set up a fund, but after secretly inquiring about a few people, he finally looked at himself and could only think that he seemed to think too much, so he donated it to the battleship.

Polly was a little sleepy again, and his breathing was much harder, just like when the first captain he had served died, Polly began to recall his life, and in a daze, he found that there were several more people in front of him.

He knew that these people were there to send him on his last ride, and in order not to make them seem bored, he recalled them in his head. He slowly put it down, and they listened quietly:

The mother who didn't support her dreams, persuaded herself again and again, and even forced herself to death, and was still young when she left.

The two girls who had quarreled with themselves, but had not ended up with any of them, had been happy with him in the Kieran meadows.

That year, my grandfather, who was drunk and blowing a bunch of nonsense in front of the campfire, actually had a whole life, and he even stole his wine to drink.

The friend who longed for the starry sky as much as himself, but in the end he was defeated. Maybe he will live and work in peace on his home planet, with a group of children and grandchildren, but in the end, he regrets it for the rest of his life on the grounds that he couldn't set foot on the starry sky.

His voice was intermittent, and the sound of lotus became more and more, and he mischievously thought of a question, if he didn't die today, and lived a few more years, what would be the expressions of these young people who came to send him off.

He felt that the energy that had been running slowly from the soles of his feet, and he became more and more weak, and finally he did not have the strength to say another word, so he twisted his head towards the pitch-black abyss.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

A soft exclamation was heard.

Sparky Polley was taken aback and tried to turn his head, only to see a two-meter-long worm standing calmly in front of him.

If it was calm, Polly would probably be surprised and moved, but today he only felt in his heart that he had seen a long-lost friend, he smiled hard, and tried to say, "Thank you...... Thank you ......"

"The Wrath of the Stars will create a pension fund for crew members who work on the Wrath of the Stars until they retire, and this foundation will be called the Sparky Polly Fund." Wang Chong said calmly.

Sparky Pollina's heart, which had cooled down, was filled with heat, and he knew that the captain remembered the names of every member of the crew, but he was still slightly moved when he called out his own name.

At the same time, they were moved, as well as the crew members beside them, who did not dare to look directly at the captain, but just scanned the captain with their peripheral eyes, and secretly said in their hearts, "This is our captain." ”

"Abyss!"

"Abyss!"

Several crew members screamed.

Polly tried to turn his head, but he found that he no longer had the strength to twist his head, and the next moment, an indescribable force suddenly rose up and turned his head around.

After one after another of pitch black, patches of flocculent nebula-like material have faintly appeared.

Purple, blue, and green are intertwined to create brilliant patches of color, all of which are so small that they look like a single pixel on a screen.

The battleship slowly sailed forward, and gradually, the colors increased, like a color that had been painted without careful consideration, tangled into small patches, hidden behind the darkness like clouds.

Under the unstable distortion of space, this color is even more brilliant and colorful. Twisted out one after another of the ever-changing patterns.

The crew was agitated.

Polly's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he tried to lift his eyelids, as if to look at the starry sky more, but his strength had already dissipated, and he no longer had any strength, he muttered a few words with his last strength, closed his eyes, and passed away:

"Starry sky, starry sky ......" (To be continued.) )