December 28th

The weather is unknown, the course is unknown, there is no rain, no wind, the temperature is cold, there are no waves, fog

On the forty-third day of the voyage, he was still hovering in the fog, and everything was as before. (Logbook)

Four days have passed since the day we encountered the merfolk, and we are still wandering in the fog.

Whether it was the mermaid's attack on our ship or the mysterious disappearance of the crew of the shipwreck, we who had seen the mermaid could no longer afford to despise this terrible creature, so when we woke up this morning, each of us had a black potion in our hands again, and the smell of despair was in our hands.

I don't need to order it this time, after all, I've already experienced it once, and everyone knows what to do when they get the potion.

Just yesterday I was still thinking, I have already drunk this potion once, in retrospect, there seems to be nothing terrible, in my opinion, this can be regarded as just a more flavorful wine, this time, just close your eyes, pinch your nose, just pour it down, the discomfort is only temporary.

However, when I held the potion in my hand again, my other hand was shaking, and no matter how hard I tried, I didn't have the courage to uncork it.

Now it seems that perhaps facing the unknown is not the most terrible thing. The really scary thing is that knowing that this is something that can make people feel hopeless, when you have already experienced it once, and when you face it again, the fear in your heart at this time is much stronger than the first time.

And that's how the bottle of potion in my hand feels to me.

I remember the last time I drank it, I swore I would rather die than touch this thing a second time.

But when I thought that if I didn't drink it, maybe it wouldn't be long before I would become a delicacy in the mermaid's belly, I relentlessly picked up the black potion.

But picking it up doesn't mean I can drink it happily, and now my resistance to this potion is much stronger than the first time, after all, I was still holding a fluke mentality at the time, thinking, maybe this thing just smells weird, and when you drink it in your mouth, it tastes completely different, maybe it will be as sweet and delicious as rum.

The result of this first experience made me feel intimidated by the potion, which is not as simple as pinching my nose and easily filling it, just uncorking the bottle and smelling it can make people faint.

I glanced around the other people on deck, and though I could see a small area in the fog, I could see a few sailors, all of them holding glass bottles in their hands, perhaps uncorked, the pungent smell wafting softly, but no one seemed to actually drink it. It seems that not only me, but everyone else is also afraid of this potion.

But anyway, in order to survive, I still drank the potion.

Since the day I encountered the merfolk, I haven't sent anyone to watch the sea under the hanging ladder, and who knows if those damn merfolk will suddenly burst out of the sea and catch the sailors to the bottom of the sea. Occasionally, however, I would send sailors down to investigate the situation, but after a few days, I found that the mermaids seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace of them.

Now it seems that the threat of mermaids is not very good, and the real deadly threat is this thick fog.

Including today, if we can't get through this thick fog for the next three days, then our death time is not far off, because there are no materials left to refine this black potion.

Even if there is plenty of fresh water and food, who can be sure that those merfolk will reappear?

In the previous three days, although we were blocked by dense fog and could not distinguish the surrounding sea conditions, based on the recent encounters, we still guessed the reason why there was no wind on the sea.

The sea we were in was very strange, it seemed to be surrounded by several very flat and smooth mountain walls, and we were like headless flies, stumbling around, and we turned our course several times in the past few days, but no matter which way we went, the bow of the ship would eventually sink into a mountain wall and stop completely.

The foremast had been completely broken, and even the bow statue had been knocked out of a huge crack, and the foremast was also somewhat unstable due to the impact of the foremast.

By the way, I suddenly remembered one thing, when I got up the morning before, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing. I remember it was so cold that I hid in the captain's quarters.

If this sea area is because it is surrounded by this moat-like mountain wall, it is understandable that there is no sea breeze in a relatively closed sea area. If there is wind, it proves that there must be a big gap in the mountain wall.

If I hadn't hallucinated at the time, there might have been an exit from this strange mountain wall. Come to think of it, if there were no gaps in these mountain walls, how would we get in?

Since there is a clue to escape from this sea, whether it works or not, it is always time to try, after all, the problems faced by the ship now are not only as simple as mermaids and fog, but the biggest trouble besides the dense fog is the emotions of the sailors.

After all, I hid the purpose of this voyage from them from the very beginning, and in their opinion, our fleet was headed for the Eastern Continent.

If we were threatened by pirates, we would have understood, but we were met with an eerie fog that was boundless, and all methods of determining the direction were useless, and every now and then we ran into a huge straight mountain wall, and now all the evidence seemed to tell us that we were lost in this fog.

Not to mention the merfolk hidden in the deep sea in the thick fog.

What really causes the sailors to think in the bad way is because these mermaids, they are not blind, let alone stupid, the sailors here, there are very few newcomers, most of them often go to sea, have a lot of sailing experience, according to their experience, who will go to sea to be ready for mermaids?

After all, from the beginning, the sailors all thought that these mages were just here to take a hitchhike, but they were the first to guess the identity of the monsters in the water, and they were the first to propose solutions.

Of course, this also includes me, although I know that our purpose is the Sea of Mist, but what I don't know is that in addition to facing this vast fog, we also have to face this elusive mermaid, whether it is the church headquarters or the archbishop, they have hidden the truth of this trip from me, and even what the sailors don't know is that we are facing another target, an epic sea monster, Leviathan.

If before I went to sea, I knew that we were going to face merfolk or Leviathans, and I would never have gone to sea if I knew either of them, perhaps the Church understood this and hid the truth from us.

But what can I do now? To be honest, I have even considered rebellion in the past few days, and the Church has been hiding the truth, even from me, the captain, and this is extremely distrustful of me, so that I am not prepared in the slightest, which is tantamount to pushing us into the fire pit.

But I can't act rashly, since things have developed to this point, as the captain of the ship, I should be more calm, even if I want to rebel, I have to wait until I leave this sea area. I know very well that without the help of those masters, only a hundred or so sailors of ours would not be the opponent of those mermaids at all.

As a captain, I could see at a glance what the sailors were thinking, and I knew very well that I had the idea of rebellion, and why didn't they?

I can be calm, but what about them?

I just hope that during the last time we look for an exit, everyone can unite and there will be no accidents. (Captain's Diary)