Char pointed to the rat next to him, turned and walked up the stairs.

Bandage didn't care about the bleeding wound on his face, and followed after a Photan salute on the hook.

Just as the two of them were getting on the boat, the hook stretched out its right hand, and the bloody dagger in his hand was plunged directly into the chest of the believer on the left.

"Ahhhhh

The others in the harbor saw that it was the black robe of the Photans, and they did not dare to meddle in their affairs, and lowered their heads and went about their own business.

Charles, who turned his head to see this scene, had a face full of disgust, which was why he didn't want to contact Photanism before, and he turned his head and shouted to Deep, who had rushed over to see the excitement. "Don't look at it, pull the anchor and set sail!"

The hook tugged hard, and a beating heart appeared in his hand, and he took the heart to the Mouse, and kept wiping something against the hull, still muttering something in his mouth.

"Fuck off, don't touch my boat with that disgusting thing. Charles instantly pulled out his revolver and pointed it at his head.

"Captain Charles, with this, your ship will be protected by the Almighty. ”

"I don't need to!" Charles' finger rested on the trigger.

Seeing that Charles didn't seem to be joking, he smiled slightly with the hook of his heart, bowed slightly and took a half step back.

"Captain Charles, we Photans have always been polite and friendly, why are you always prejudiced against us?"

Looking at the bloody heart in his hand, Charles didn't bother to explain at all.

Under the watchful eye of the hook, the mouse's chimney began to emit black smoke and slowly sailed towards the dark ocean.

"Deep, help me take the helm. Charles shouted to the boatswain and went to the captain's cabin with a bandage.

A yellowed chart lay out on the table, this chart was not detailed, and only a few islands were marked in the large black area.

The only thing that can be bought in the harbor is this, and the more detailed maps are in the hands of the Explorers Guild.

"Where's your stuff?, how far is it from Coral Island?"

The bandaged right hand pointed precisely at a spot in the darkness without any markers.

"Unexplored Zone...... Charles was mentally prepared for this answer, the island that had already been explored could not have such a high reward.

"What do your relics look like?" asked Charles.

The bandage was stuck for a while before he said slowly, "Holy Lord...... The statue of gold, the ......"

Although it was a little fluency, his voice was unexpectedly young and sounded like a teenager in the voice change period.

"Is that thing a relic?"

“.........”

"What's the danger on that island?"

“.........”

When faced with further questioning by Charles, Bandage remained silent without answering.

"You go to the helm, 12-24 is your time, you have to go to the toilet or something, you can ask Dip to take the helm for you for a while, I taught him to take the helm. ”

Bandage stood up silently and walked outside.

Charles's fingers kept tapping on the table to organize his thoughts, it was easy to say, find something to bring back, but if it was really simple, the Photans would not have asked for outsiders.

That place must be very dangerous, and there are two possibilities for the first mate sent by the Putan Sect to not prompt at all, one is that I really don't know, the guys who lined up before have all sunk to the bottom of the sea, and there is no way to transmit information.

The other is that the danger is amazing, and I am afraid of scaring myself away and deliberately concealing it, no matter which one is not good news, now I can only take one step at a time.

The sea trip was very depressing, the rat was pitifully small, and the environment was limited, but fortunately everyone except the two new sailors were used to it.

Charles was a little worried about the new first mate at first, and secretly guarded him, but after a few days of getting along, he found that this guy called Bandage did not have anything unusual except for his slow speech and strange attire.

When he's at the helm, he's flat and looks very good at it. Charles's wariness was lowered for a while, but it didn't disappear completely.

As the beacon slowly disappeared, the Mouse slowly sailed into uncharted territory.

Without the distant point of light, the spirits of everyone on board began to tense, and there is a saying in the sea that when the ship enters the unexplored area, the seabed has already reserved a place for the crew.

But days passed, and the fierce battle that Charles had expected did not come, and the sea was as calm as a lake, standing on the bow of the ship and looking down, all around like still ink.

This calm is not reassuring at all, as if it is the calm before the storm, and it is oppressive and suffocating.

Charles was in high spirits, patrolling the deck day and night, for fear that something would run underwater.

The ship's searchlights pierced the darkness like a pillar of light, and the light brought a little sense of security to the crew.

"Crossing 8 years 7 1, sunny

Everything was still normal today, and this substance-like depression was about to drive my crew crazy, and Deep's boy knelt on the deck whenever he had time, praying to the gods.

I stopped him, the gods of the earth and the sea are not so easy to worship, and it is easy to get angry by talking nonsense.

Fortunately, the chef found a nest of mice in the warehouse to distract them, and watching them feed the mice carefully and carefully, I felt a little emotional.

They have company, but what about me? Why was it me who crossed in the first place, and I was really lonely alone, if only I had a companion. ”

When the ink was dry, Charles closed the journal and put it in the cupboard.

He pulled out a square glass bottle of brown liquid from the bottom of the cabinet and poured it up, the dizziness that loosened his tense brain.

Charles had never known why anyone liked to drink, and the bitter taste was like horse urine, but he knew it now.

The tired brain needed more alcohol paralysis, but Charles didn't drink it anymore, two sips to relax were fine, but alcohol would dispel the determination to go home.

At this time, there was a sudden cheer outside, Charles was stunned, and quickly put the wine bottle away and rushed to the deck.

Boatswain Deepe rushed up to Charles and danced excitedly, his face flushed, and he couldn't say anything.

Charles's gaze looked over the edge of the ship into the darkness into the distance, and in the light of the searchlight, a behemoth appeared directly in front of the Mouse, it was an island, and they arrived.

The steamship slowly docked, but the cheers slowly disappeared, only to see that on the coast of this island, docked 8 dilapidated steamships of all sizes, looking at the traces of decay on the hull, the longest is afraid that it was two or three years ago.

The ships were motionless, like coffins laid on the surface of the sea.

"How...... How are there so many ships?, and what about them?" said Deep, whose voice trembled with a trembling voice, and no one answered the question.

At this time, looking at the island again, everyone's hearts were covered with a shadow.

Charles didn't rush to the island, and directly took Deepp and James to the nearest steamboat.

There was no blood, no chaos, no shortage of fuel and food, everything was so normal, except for the crew.

Charles suddenly thought of something, and directly crashed into the captain's room, rummaging through the cabinets to find the hidden diary.