The "grunt" bubbles are rising, escaping from the dark bottom towards the surface of the water, which is not much brighter than the bottom. A hand swung upward, ruffling the rows of bubbles into the murky water and bursting. Now is not the time to worry about bubbles. The owner of that hand folds his hand together into a webbed shape and pushes down the body of water to move his body upward. At this moment, through the faint glow cast on the water, he saw something small and glittering golden slowly falling from his upper right. Now is not the time to worry about a few gold coins. Although those few gold coins are enough for him to kill people in normal times, it is not now.

As you swim to the water, more and more things fall downward, from large ones like broken wooden furniture to small ones with all kinds of cutlery and even tattered picture frames. He didn't care about these things, he just swam as much as he could towards the sea, swimming as best he could. Then the other hand grabbed his ankle, causing him to froze, and he lowered his head to see a woman with a somewhat familiar face puffing out her cheeks and looking at him with a pleading look. Who is she? Maybe a wandering warbler who has had a few transactions with her? Looking at her appearance, this woman who is not delicate in the water will definitely not be able to swim to the surface. That's why she wanted to ask herself to help her. Who can take care of others at this time, not to mention that you are just a warbler, even a witch in the castle, and you can only ask for more blessings! Fool! I usually take myself seriously with a few casual words, but now I dare to grabs my ankle shamelessly?

The expression on his face instantly turned hideous, and he kicked the hand that was grabbing his ankle with his other foot. Unfortunately, due to the buffer of the current, this time did not make the woman let go. Let it go! You idiot! It doesn't matter if you die yourself, don't drag others down! once, twice, and by the third time, he realized that he might not achieve his goal by just kicking his hand, so he turned his target to the woman's face, and kicked the face that looked unusually ugly in the water because he had applied too much inferior makeup!

hand, let go. He watched as the woman sank to the bottom of the water with a look of resentment. After a while, a large ball of bubbles floated up, indicating that she had given up the struggle. It's all your fault for not practicing swimming, if you reduce the time you spend throwing your eyes and exercise your legs more, you won't fall straight down like a stone statue. Thinking so, he turned his head and continued to swim upward, the surface of the water, which was already very close, and the light passed through the waves to form pillars of light under the surface of the sea. He was encouraged to speed up his movements on his hands and feet, but it also accelerated his oxygen consumption and slowed his mind a little. But that's okay, you'll be at the surface soon, there's so much garbage here, you can always find a piece of floating debris that's big enough.

A red mist, spreading from below his vision. Wait, how can there be fog in the sea? That's! He immediately realized what he was seeing, and at the same time lowered his head again, and sure enough, he saw the wounds on the ankles that the woman had just scratched, which were the source of the red mist. Damn, damn it, damn it! His eyes widened, and they were full of horror. Injuries in cold water are often subtle because the cold water reduces the sensitivity of human skin, and some sailors even find themselves pierced by a spear after climbing onto the deck. But contrary to the reduced ability of humans to perceive cold water, the inhabitants of the sea, especially the predators, are sensitive to the smell of blood. Those sharks could smell blood for miles and miles.

Let's hope there weren't those damn fur seals, the scornful nicknames of sharks by the sailors of Heartless Bay, and even if they were caught up in the tsunami, the waves should still make them dizzy for a while. It's best to give them a little more regurgitation so they don't have that much interest in eating. He thought, but didn't pray to any god. Ordinary seafarers have their own beliefs, after all, the sea is unforgiving, and worshipping a certain sea god can at least give them a little comfort during the voyage, or give them an object to curse and curse when death is near. But he didn't, or most of the seafarers in Heartbreaker's Bay, who trusted the gold and blood money in their pockets and the scimitars on their belts more than the gods. The sea has never been merciful, and he prefers to sharpen his scimitar a little faster than waste his time babbling about some inferior clay figurine.

Thinking of the scimitar, he touched his belt, and the hard touch told him that the weapon that had been stained with blood so many times to make a way for himself was still pinned to his waist. It couldn't be more comforting. So he stopped worrying about the wound on his foot and continued to swim upwards by stepping on the water. Finally, with a "poof", he breathed in the air again, "Haha!" He couldn't help but let out such a laugh, proud of his achievement. Not everybody can save their life in the face of a tsunami, even if he's a sailor who has been thrown off the ship, I mean, a former sailor. But so what? he was alive! as alive as the fat sheep who had paid a lot of gold and blood money to the black-hearted captains, and he didn't have to worry about some wealthy captain tying up and throwing him into the sea while he was asleep. It doesn't get much better than that.

He breathed heavily, enjoying the sun and the air until the tiny black triangular fin appeared on the surface of the water not far away. No, hell, it took him less than a second to realize what it was, and the wound on his foot still attracted a hungry predator. Damn, there are so many dead ghosts under the water, why are you staring at me! You brute who only runs around chasing the smell of blood! But scolding and scolding, he still looked around positively, looking for something that would allow him to leave the water for a while. But unfortunately, the floating wood is too small.

Okay, okay! Do you want to eat me? Then try it! The life that he had finally picked up would not be given up because of a shark, he showed a hideous expression again, took a deep breath, and dived into the water, while pulling out the scimitar at his waist. This weapon is much slower and less lethal than when wielded in the air. But at least it should be able to pierce the shark's skin, it must be able to pierce the damn skin. Eyes, seeing the underwater scene clearly, and sure enough, a black shark the size of a foal with a mouth half open and full of sharp teeth swam towards him. But he was also keenly aware that one of the shark's eyes was blind, probably accidentally hitting a rock on the bottom of the sea, or being blinded by other prey resisting. Although vision is not very important to sharks, it certainly gives him confidence.

Come on, you one-eyed dragon. He silently estimated the distance between himself and the shark, adjusting the angle of the scimitar in his hand, and there was only one chance. The secret to fighting a shark is to stick to the belief that it is more brutal than it is, and to stick your weapon into its vital point. Must be fatal with one blow. Ten steps, the shark clearly realized that its prey had stopped in place, so it began to strike in a posture. Five steps, the huge predator shook its tail fin in some confusion, it didn't quite understand why this prey didn't run away. Three steps, the slight doubt was quickly stimulated by the smell of blood and disappeared, it swung its body vigorously, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced towards its prey!

One step, then stop. The man and the shark stopped in the water. His entire right arm was swallowed by the shark, but the scimitar sword on his right hand stabbed out from the top of the shark's head! Resisting the urge to scream, he pulled out the dagger from his boot with his left hand and sliced his right arm off his shoulder in one fell swoop. It's not difficult, because the shark's teeth have bitten it to the brim. But the shark died, and he lived. Now as long as he gets out of the water and stops the bleeding, he still has a chance to survive, so it is better to sharpen his knife if he has the time to pray. He smiled, his face beaming with the joy of the rest of his life.

However, just as he swung his legs lightly, he wanted to go to the water again to breathe. Something terrible happened, and he found himself unable to break out of the water anyway, even though he was less than a finger's distance from the line between water and air. What happened? His brain was numb from blood loss and cold. He remained in this position, staring at the sunlight on the water for several seconds, and then finally lowered his head in hindsight.

A hand, holding his ankle. It's just that the hand is covered with fine scales, and there is a thin membrane of flesh between the fingers. In an instant, he recognized what was holding him, something that all the sailors of Heartless Bay must have seen, the aquatic creature known as the Kraken. No!

On the surface of the sea that was still churning after the tsunami, a cloud of bubbles floated up from the water and shattered in the sunlight.