In the midst of the madness, Lawrence couldn't help but look back in the direction where Martha's voice came from.

But he could see nothing but the thick fog that persisted on Dagger Island—the voice seemed to ring directly in his head, urging him to leave the island, urging him to return to the White Oak, urging him to ····· Get out of here and head to Frost.

Martha is certainly not here.

But Lawrence still thinks it's a hidden guide—perhaps from his beliefs, perhaps from his subconscious, and the clues and intuitions that he has not noticed are guiding him, pointing him to a way out of this predicament.

He raced towards the harbor, the cold wind and fog whistling in his ears and whistling in his ears, his first mate and sailors surrounding him, and the sound of cannon fire still coming from afar, including the shelling from afar, and the sound of the light guard guns on board the White Oak firing - the White Oak's counterattack was weak compared to the attack of the "enemy", and it was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Martha" tells him that the Petrel is here, but which ship is the Petrel?

The harbor came into view, and at the end of the fog, the beautiful hull of the White Oak was still docked at the end of the pier trestle, and the light of fire lit up one after another in the bow and stern, the flash of artillery bombardment tore through the mist, and in the nearby sea, a huge column of water could be seen rising from time to time—apparently from an enemy attack.

"The ship is still there!" The first mate shouted happily when he saw the White Oak, to the captain and to cheer up the breathless sailors, "Jason didn't abandon us!"

Jason is the name of the second mate on the ship.

"The Storm Goddess is above! Get on board and get out of this damn place," one of the sailors cried, "the White Oak is stopping here to be a target!"

A crowd of men darted towards the White Oak, a figure swaying on board, and apparently the seafarers who had stayed behind had noticed the returning captain's party, a rope ladder was lowered from the ship's side, and two sailors on the edge of the deck raised their lanterns and swayed in the air with a little anxiety.

The sailors who had come ashore to explore ran swiftly towards the rope ladder.

But suddenly, Lawrence stopped, pulled out his revolver and fired into the air: "Stop!"

The sailors, startled by the sound of the gunfire and the captain's shouts, stopped in astonishment and confusion, turned their heads to look at each other, and the first mate Gerson also stopped, looking at the old captain with some bewilderment—but it was less than a second before the experienced old seaman reacted and realized why the captain had suddenly ordered a halt.

The first mate gasped, and in the constant sound of cannon fire, he looked up and looked around, his gaze quickly swept over the sailors and the captain's figure.

Sixteen sailors stood around him in a daze, each face looking familiar, and Captain Lawrence looked at him with a serious face.

"How many people did we take with us when we set off?" Lawrence said quickly.

"In addition to you and me, there are other ······." The first mate spoke quickly, but was visibly in a trance when it came to the exact number, but he only paused for a second or two before he recalled, "There are twelve other sailors!"

Lawrence scanned the group of people in front of him with a solemn gaze, counting them one by one in his heart.

And in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a faint green glow flickering on and off.

"Four more people," the first mate on the side also quickly completed the count, and the old seaman's face was instantaneous

Becoming serious, he raised the muzzle of his gun and fired a shot into the air, and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, keep a distance of one meter and spread out!" Turn your face to the captain! Put your hands in the sight!"

The sailors also realized what was happening, and their faces showed nervous expressions one by one, but after all, they were also experienced seamen who had dealt with the Boundless Sea for many years, so they naturally knew how to deal with it at this time One by one Under the command of the first mate, the sixteen sailors quickly dispersed and lined up.

The cannon fire on the White Oak's side continued, and more and more columns of water rose around the harbor, and the enemy, known as the Petrel, seemed to be gradual

Approaching, Lawrence's thoughts were boiling over the roar of the cannonballs—

He couldn't stay here, the White Oak was a target if it stayed in the harbor, its weak self-defense firepower and hull couldn't support it for long, but he couldn't return to the ship with this team, because some of the "things" on the island had obviously been mixed in, and if he brought them back... … The White Oak will not end up a few points better than being sunk by artillery fire.

His gaze swept over the sixteen sailors in front of him, desperately trying to distinguish between the unfamiliar or disobedient faces—when did the extra four men get in? Is it in the process of the team through the thick fog? Is it in the port office? Or was it the moment when a continuous explosion sounded on the island and the team fell into a temporary panic?

The sailors also quickly observed each other, and at this moment, it seemed as if no one could be trusted anymore, even... Including his own memories and judgments seem suspicious.

"Captain," said the voice of Big Fergus, who said to Lawrence, with a certain determination on the old seaman's face, "the White Oak cannot remain here any longer—get on board."

Lawrence's face instantly became extremely serious: "What do you mean?"

"You leave with the boat, I and everyone will stay one by one, and we will slowly find a way to distinguish and solve the things that have been mixed in, and you will come back to pick us up when it is safe·····

Lawrence stared into the eyes of the first mate, his face gloomy and silent.

The so-called "come back and pick up people when it's safe" saying that no one can deceive them.

As soon as the White Oak leaves the port, those who remain on this island are permanently abandoned - the strange situation here is obvious to all, in such a short period of time, four things of unknown nature have mixed into the team, what can be the result of staying longer?

"Don't rush into self-sacrifice," Lawrence whispered, and suddenly, he remembered something, and his eyes became different, "Humans have and only have two eyes......

His gaze rested on a sailor.

Then came the second, third, and fourth people.

One of the sailors pointed at himself in surprise, and he blinked, followed by the third and fourth eyes: "Am I not two eyes?"

Lawrence did not speak, but silently raised the revolver in his hand.

The second to raise the muzzle of the gun was the first mate, followed by the other sailors.

Everyone seemed to have suddenly crossed a curtain, and after the cognitive distraction that enveloped their hearts was shaken, they looked in amazement and horror at the figures standing in the line, who resembled people, and raised their long and short guns one by one.

The four inhuman "sailors" were surrounded by the crowd, and they stood there stunned and dazed, and then the expressions on their faces changed from sobriety to confusion.

As if the improvised simulated personality was shocked, it suddenly collapsed, and these seemingly inhuman "fakes" staggered, looking up at their "captain" one by one.

Lawrence could only let out a long sigh, "You are not members of the ship."

The next second, in his own stunned gaze, he suddenly saw a cluster of faint green fire burst out of thin air in the air, the flash of fire was originally just a few sparks, it jumped and emerged among the twelve normal sailors, like a spark in the middle of the electrode device, and in just a moment, those sparks suddenly expanded and grew into large swaths of flames, and the faint green spirit fire burned in the middle of the crowd, like a predator smelling its prey, and pounced on the four muddy "fakes".

The flames burst and crackled, and the four fakes struggled violently in the flames a few times, but before they could make a sound, they turned into puddles of burnt black dust—vaguely like the black mud seen on the port ramp before, but drier and more shattered.

The sailors were terrified, and the moment the spirit fire ignited, as members of the White Oak, they recalled the scenes of fear that had happened, the terrifying moments of encountering the Lost Land on the boundless sea, and the shocking scene of seeing the Burning Molten City in Plant

In the too familiar with this flame.

Why is this flame here?

Could it be that "Captain Duncan" is around here?

But just as the terrifying speculation exploded in everyone's minds, and all the sailors panicked, the flames suddenly dissipated again—as quickly as they came, and as the four fakes turned to ashes, the dark green spirit flames disappeared cleanly.

All that was left was a group of terrified sailors, a stunned first mate, and an old captain who felt he really should have retired sooner.

"Just... …… What was that?" First mate Gus turned his head with difficulty and swallowed, "Captain, that fire, that fire seems to be ······."

"It's the power of the Lost Country... Lost Country..." Lawrence swallowed, and suddenly looked up at the sea, as if to find the ghost ship, only to see that the cannon fire was still roaring in the direction of the White Oak, and the sailors who had previously rocked the lanterns on the edge of the deck were gone—everyone was already in the fight.

The sailors aboard the White Oak are battling it out to buy time for the captain and his party to board the ship.

The Lost Country wasn't here, but Captain Duncan's flame was in front of everyone's eyes.

"Don't be nervous," Lawrence said quickly, calming the sailors, "we've already had a chance to lose their homeland, and the city-state of Plant was even saved by that ship—not necessarily a bad thing, didn't you hear that rumor?" Captain Duncan Abnomar is said to have regained his humanity······

The first mate subconsciously made a gesture of praying to the Goddess of Storms, and then asked, "Captain, let's... … Shall you return to the ship now?"

…… Go back, quick! While there's no more weirdness coming in!"