Chapter 32: Dead Fish Island

After figuring out the reason for the Blackbeard Pirates' sneak attack on the Quincy, Aree looked at Blackbeard's gray-black thick hair, and an idea suddenly sprung up in his heart - they might be able to disguise themselves as the Blackbeard Pirates and approach the human forces in the uncharted sea in the name of wishing Whitebeard his birthday. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"My lord, my lord, I have said everything, please let me go. ā€

Blackbeard stared at the other man in fear, feeling the force of the iron pincers as his neck was tightened, and the chasm-like gap made him fall into a panic, and he never had the courage to resist.

"Yes. ā€

Yalei nodded, letting go and throwing the other man on the deck, while slicing through the void with a backhand knife.

Whoosh!

The strafing of the dark evil energy flashed in a single flash, and the large-scale indiscriminate attack covered the entire pirate ship, forming a huge black disc in an instant, and most of the pirates were instantly cut off by a single blow and killed on the spot.

"From now on, I'm Blackbeard. ā€

Yalei slowly lowered his arm and glanced at a few survivors who were paralyzed on the ground, with a smile on his face: "You have to tell me word for word about my life and deeds, otherwise, you will end up like these useless people." ā€

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Edward, who was stripped of his title, trembled, didn't dare to look at the corpses of his subordinates, and nodded frantically in resignation. Anyway, his name is not worth much, whoever likes to take it will take it, and now it is more important than anything else to be able to save his life.

At the same time, this man secretly swore in his heart that if he was lucky enough to return to his hometown alive, he would honestly do business, farm, and join the army, and everything would be fine, anyway, he would never be a pirate in his life!

......

"What!?Boss, you're going to be Blackbeard?"

"What!?we're going to be pirates too!?"

"What!?We're already members of the Blackbeard Pirates now!?"

After hearing the news, everyone was a little unreceptive, they felt that even if they needed to pretend to be pirates, there was no need to disguise such an inferior organization as the Blackbeard Pirates.

"Don't be impatient, listen to me explain slowly. ā€

Yalei pressed his hands weakly, and waited for them to calm down before he carefully explained:

"According to the information I just learned, the pirates in the uncharted area are all certified, and if a pirate group wants to enter the uncharted area, it will take at least three years of observation. There are still big things to do during this time before we can pass the review, and we don't have that time right now. The Blackbeard Pirates coincided with this observation period, so it was just right for us to reach out to the pirate organization in its name. ā€

"But...... We don't look like them at all. Nancy pointed to a pile of dead people on the pirate ship, helplessness written all over her face.

"Pirates, it's normal for dead people to be replaced, and that's why I left a few alive. ā€

The black-haired knight waved his hand disappreciatively, then turned his gaze to Lydia, pointed to his chin and said:

"Can you make me blackbeard?"

"Hmm!"

The knight stared at her, then gave her thumbs up and assumed a completely fine pose.

The two of them walked into the cabin, and after a few minutes, Yalei stepped back onto the deck with a bearded face, and at the same time glanced at the crowd and silently pointed to the entrance of the cabin.

ā€œ......ā€

They lined up in a playful way, entered the cabin one by one, and accepted their own pirate roles.

......

Uncharted, Boundary Surface.

The Quincy broke through the blue waves and sailed steadily towards the Mid-Atlantic, and just as it was approaching the boundary of the uncharted sea, the hull suddenly trembled violently.

"There are strong ocean currents here, the waves on the water are rolling in the sky, and the undercurrents are surging, even a 10,000-ton ship can be swept away by the waves, you have to be careful. Squidwardly leaned half of his body on the fish tank and explained cautiously.

"Such an exaggeration......"

The black-haired knight turned his head to look at Edward, who had been shaved bald, and asked, "The wind and waves are so strong, how did you enter the Uncharted Sea before?"

"At that time, we were waiting for the off-season to pass, and now if we want to go in, we can only rush hard. Edward, who had been shaved bald, quickly straightened his waist and replied honestly.

He was lucky to save his life, and the dark power was not taken away by the other party, and now he works as a cleaner for the Blackbeard Pirates, working part-time to provide information on all aspects.

"There's no way around it, Carla, Bruno get ready for the waves, and we'll rush over. ā€

Yalei signaled to his companion that it was best to prepare, then picked up Babur's fish tank and walked to the edge of the boat: "Squidward, if the wind and waves are too strong, I have to ask you to go out yourself." ā€

"No problem. ā€

Squidward agreed, and suddenly jumped out of the fish tank and into the rolling sea.

In the next second, the sea water seemed to be boiling, and a large number of bubbles appeared, and in the sound of the bubbles tumbling, a huge shadow floated on the surface of the sea at the bottom of the ship, and it kept moving forward at the same speed as the Petrel.

"So even if there is a reef underwater, Babur can help us settle it, and it should be fine. The black-haired knight looked at the dark shadow under the sea that was several times larger than the Quincy, and his heart quickly became much more steady.

With Babur as the leading party, the Quincy's shaking was suddenly much smaller, and it steadily approached the border of the uncharted sea. Waves of tens of yards high roared up, crashing into the hull of the ship one after another, and the sea was full of large and small whirlpools. The chaotic currents tear apart the sea, the waves are like thunder, and the difference in height forms a scene of mountains stretching.

The closer you get to the uncharted sea, the denser the waves become, always escorted by the sea devil, and the Quincy is still swaying from side to side, and there is a danger of capsizing at any time.

Just as everyone was working together to resist the onslaught of the waves, a burst of singing came from a distance, attracting everyone's hearts.

Kraken?

Yalei turned alarmingly to look in the direction where the song had come, only to realize that a faint mist had risen from the surface of the sea at some unknown time. And it quickly spread.

The song was ethereal and melodious, one moment it came from the east, and the next it resounded in the west, and even the roar of the waves could not hide it, and it seemed very eerie.

"How could there be a Kraken?" he looked at Edward again.

"I don't know, at least I've never been in this situation. The other party shook his head again and again, and the big bald head that was soaked in sea water only looked sparkling in the sun.

"That's weird......"

The black-haired knight continued to search for the location of the song, his right hand grasping weakly, and the dark evil energy condensed into a pitch-black short spear, which was tightly squeezed in his hand.

The singing of the sea became clearer and clearer, and gradually the beautiful accompaniment of the strings sounded, and everyone on the deck was gradually infected by the notes, and their faces were all confused with a look of loss, as if they were all intoxicated by the dreams brought by the song.

"Look for death!"

Yalei radiated his perception to the limit, faintly sensing some kind of fluctuation under the sea in the northwest, his arm bulged violently, and he instantly raised his hand and threw a short spear.

Whoosh!

The black spear of light dragged a trail and quickly disappeared into the mist, and a few seconds later, a scream came from the waves, and the demonic music came to an abrupt end, and the surrounding fog quickly dispersed like boiling steam.

"Damn, this song is so wicked. ā€

"Is it a Kraken?"

"It's not the Kraken, the Kraken's song doesn't affect us, it must be something else. ā€

Everyone woke up one after another, recalling that they had just been manipulated by the song, and they all showed a look of palpitation.

"Don't panic, keep on your guard. ā€

Aree stared at the sea where the song had disappeared, his face cloudy, and he didn't look away for a long time.

The blow he had just delivered didn't kill his opponent, but wounded the opponent who was caught off guard, which meant that the owner of the song could reappear at any moment.

......

The vigilance continued until the overwhelming currents disappeared, and the Quincy was tossed high by a wave three hundred yards high as it broke through the edge of the uncharted sea. Then, like skiing, he went down the trend and rushed hundreds of nautical miles at once, rushing to the northeast of the uncharted sea.

After they woke up from the dizziness of the meat, they stared at the black islands in the distance, appearing in everyone's field of vision.

The islands, large and small, were covered in a thick darkness, as if condensed into a tangible substance, suffocating black, without a trace of light. Even the nearby sea was engulfed in deep darkness, and there was not a single shimmering water.

"That's the outskirts of Ghost Island. ā€

Squidward climbed back from the side of the ship, got back into the fish tank, and whispered:

"It's not time for the bones to move, you can lean in and observe for a while. The undead on the periphery of the ghost are very weak, most of them are animal undead, and they are not aggressive, and they often communicate with pirates, and it is best to find them for information. But you must not break through the perimeter, there is a fleet of ghosts patrolling regularly and easily spotted, and it is best to come back before dark. ā€

"Then go check it out. ā€

Yalei decided to go to the periphery to take a look at the rules of ghost activities first, so he directly named the aquatic group: "You come with me, and the rest of the people stay on the Quincy, no, it's Blackbeard." ā€

The three of them did not take a boat, but jumped directly into the water, swam all the way to the nearest ghost island, and carefully climbed onto land.

The island is a wilderness, and the sun is soft on the ground, as soft as silk.

In addition to the large and small gravel, there are a large number of sun-dried fish corpses lying on the ground, the flesh is shriveled, the color is gray and black, and there are wisps of black gas lingering, which are obviously not ordinary fish corpses.

"Can fish become undead? This island is weird. Goethe muttered quietly.

"With the right conditions, any animal can become an undead. Luo Luo replied softly.

ā€œ......ā€

The black-haired knight didn't speak, but walked straight under a gray-black rock, where there was a large five-foot-tall fish corpse with its dorsal fin leaning against the rock wall, and its eyes glancing at the three of them, but not speaking.

When the three of them walked up to it, the fish corpse let out a hoarse sigh:

"Is it a new pirate?"

"Yes, we're pirates from the Blackbeard Pirates. Seeing that the other party was so easy to speak, Yalei hurriedly climbed up the pole.

"Hear my story. ā€

The fish corpse seemed to be accustomed to chatting with strangers, and when he saw that they had the patience to talk to him, he immediately babbled about his own experience:

"I was originally a tuna swimming in the sea, and since I was born, I have been stronger than my peers, and I can be called the king of tuna. Later, after eating the remains of a sea devil by mistake, I had a mutation and began to develop wisdom, realizing that even if I was a fish, I should have dreams.

What is my dream, I have pondered for a long time, and I have decided to find the end of the sea, even if it is to the end of my life!

So I set out on my own as a fish, ready to embark on the journey of my dreams, but I could not escape the tricks of fate, and I was swept up here by the sea while passing through the Central Atlantic, and I was sunburned on the island......"

"What an idiot. Lolo looked at Goethe, and there was such a signal in his eyes.

"There doesn't seem to be room for good things to say about it. Goethe quickly exchanged glances with him.

ā€œ......ā€

Yalei's eyes were indeed moist, and he was very moved, and patted his fins comfortingly, and a thousand words brewed in his heart, and finally turned into a sigh:

"You've done your best. ā€

"Thank you, I can feel your sincerity, other pirates will only laugh at me for being self-conscious. ā€

The fish corpse rolled its eyes and glanced at him, its shriveled eyes were slightly moist, and its voice revealed a little hesitation and confusion: "Since I died, I have not dared to go into the water, can you tell me what I look like now?"

ā€œ......ā€

The black-haired knight looked at its shriveled corpse, its gray color, and the stench that lingered on its body, held his breath, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"You're pretty much a salted fish. ā€

ā€œ......ā€

The fish corpse burst into tears, leaned its back against the rock, looked up at the sky, and grew its mouth: "Is that so...... I should have thought of it a long time ago...... Originally...... I'm pretty much a salted fish. ā€

Aree could feel that some of the pillars that supported its beliefs had collapsed, and the spirit of the fish suddenly collapsed, becoming lifeless, and completely reduced to a salted fish.

After a moment of silence, the black-haired knight pointed to the lying fish corpse, and sighed towards the aquatic group: "If you don't have a dream, what's the difference between being a human being and a salted fish." ā€

ā€œ......ā€

The aquatic group was confused, and could only subconsciously nod again and again.

"By the way, Salted Fish, can I ask you something?" Areley tapped the fish corpse's head.

"Alas...... Just ask. ā€

Salted fish maintained a posture of looking at the sky, his eyes were empty, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to have exhausted his last strength when he spoke.

"When will the ghost fleet be out during this time, how often, and how many will there be?" asked the black-haired knight calmly with a touched expression.

"They used to be out for a long time, but now as long as it's dark, they go out en masse, about 300 boats at a time. Their boats can dive, so they can cross uncharted waters from the deep sea to hunt live people in the open sea. Salty replied carefully, but his voice was dry and full of pessimism and despair. (To be continued.) )