Black Pearl, Captain's Quarters!

An old man dressed in a blue robe, with curly brown hair and a black iron hook on his left hand, entered the captain's quarters, and he was none other than John Minn Polke, the first mate and navigator of the Black Pearl.

"John Ming, how is the situation now?"

"We've strayed from the course and are now in an unknown part of the White Desert, you know, there will only be more disgusting creatures than screaming marmots, but rest assured, the Black Pearl is something they can't break, and we have the Bishop's Needle that will find the direction of the normal course as soon as it is dawn."

John Min Polk took a step towards the wooden table where the charts were placed, and he raised the iron hook and placed the nautical needle embedded in his wrist on it.

Listening to the first mate's report, Jack looked at the strangely shaped glass ball, in which a thumb-sized black ship was sailing, and around the black ship was a rough sea, sometimes rolling waves, sometimes torrential rain.

This is a magical item given by the Church to every priest who sails on the sea, it has two functions, one is to form a Poseidon barrier, always protect the ship from being devoured and hit by the extraordinary creatures in the sea, and the other is the Poseidon Light, which can guide the way forward in the fog and will not get lost in the abyss of depravity and darkness.

"Be careful today, in such a strange place, the clergy are no longer at the top of the food chain."

A hint of gloom flashed in Jack's blue eyes, his fingers tapped on the table to sort out his thoughts, and decades of sailing experience had taught him that the only thing to survive in the unknown was to be cautious, absolutely cautious.

In the Quaternary Age, the Poseidon Church had a reckless and idiotic demigod Biden Wa, who relied on his demigod strength to sail alone in the unknown region of the Baltic Sea, and after three months, the church found only one of his leg bones, or the kind that was half eaten.

"John Ming, tell us to go down, we don't have to anchor in Faslangka in the near future, and go directly back to Huttonmar Jiaotong University to take over the bishop's crown."

"Straight back to Hutton Marr? But the sacrifice of Wei Yatu from the Poseidon Church in Faslangka, didn't she let us go to Faslanka to hand over the route first? ”

John Min Polk scratched his exploding brown curls with his iron hook and looked at the captain he admired the most, with some bewilderment.

"In the last few days, something could go wrong with Fasranka."

Jack turned his gaze to the already folded telegram, although the secret advent ritual would basically not be successful, but if the evil god suddenly became interested that day and projected himself into the world, even if it was just a manifestation of the mythical form, it would be a devastating disaster.

"High Priest Viato has telegraphed to inform me just now, just do what I say, this time our harvest in Florence will definitely be greatly rewarded by the church."

"Yes, Captain, the god of the sea is above, may you always swim on the road of sailing!"

The first mate John Ming looked solemn, and he raised the iron hook in his left hand as a halberd!

"The god of the sea is above, may we always swim on the road of sailing."

Raising their left hand into a fist in the same way, after saluting each other, Jack was about to continue to observe whether the things in the desert continued to guide the Black Pearl, but Wendy ran in from outside in a panic.

He held the door frame with his hand, held his fat belly, and gasped: "The ship... Captain, we... It was as if we had discovered an unknown island, right in front of us. ”

"What? Unknown islands? ”

Jack was stunned for a moment, and then there was a cheer of sailors outside, and he immediately rushed out with John Ming.

The sailors danced excitedly on the deck, some chanted, some praised the sea god, and some were so red that they wanted to rush off the ship and land on the island.

Jack's gaze looked over the edge of the ship into the darkness in the distance, and in the light of the searchlight, a behemoth appeared directly in front of the Black Pearl, apparently an unknown island, a black island that resembled a desert oasis.

"Island, really unknown island."

First stunned, and then crazy greed surged into Jack's heart, since the advent of the Age of Discovery, anyone who explores a new island or temple in an unknown area will be rewarded with a national knighthood and a church promotion, and then women's power will be inexhaustible.

"First mate, order to go down, bring a steam rifle, and we are ready to land on the island."

"No problem, Captain."

John Ming turned to the sailors on the deck and shouted, "The sea god is on board, the little cubs on the deck, shoulder your steam rifles and prepare to land on the island." ”

"Landing on the island! Landing on the island! ”

As the Black Pearl slowly approached, the sailors' previous cheers slowly faded away, their eyes widening in unison, and their faces showed an expression of disbelief.

I saw that around the black island standing in the desert, there were sailing ships of different ages docked, some of which had long since decayed, only the bones remained, and some of them remained as immovable as black stone carvings.

"It's... How... How is it that in the desert, there are so many ships of different eras?? They are not ghost ships that can sail in the desert. ”

A nervous John looked at his captain, his voice trembling slightly.

When the Black Pearl was completely close, the solemnity gradually deepened on Jack's rugged face, and when he looked at the unknown island again, everyone's hearts were overflowing with a shadow of fear......

.........

Fassranka, 31 Mink Street, 2nd floor of Frank Apartments!

Venason imitated the most popular detective in the Kingdom of Ghent to open the door, he pressed the black hat with his right hand, and then opened the door with his left hand, and after making a very handsome ceremonial gesture, he stepped out.

Since it was winter, the corridor was still cold and damp during the day, and the handsome just now did not bring substantial warmth, of course, Wienerson did not complain, because the place where the low-income class lived, no matter how cold it was, was definitely better than wandering in the dirty sewers.

Similar scenes are by no means uncommon in Faslanka, where a family of five cannot afford to rent a house and have to fight with beggars in the sewers for turf, rummaging through garbage cans for food scraps, they don't want to do that, but there is no way to do it, because there are so many people, because of life.

At this point, Vinason unconsciously shrunk his neck, and then walked quickly down the stairs and out of the apartment, until the sun was shining on him, he felt warmth and sunshine.

"Come, come, take a look, the fine ceramics brought back from the Tuduo Kingdom in the Eastern Continent are only 8 pence."

"A 4-pound saury from the North Ocean, a new one from the port today, 6 pence a piece!"

"Rosin ham, bacon, carrot slices, peas... It's cheap and fresh, so come and buy it! ”

......

On Mink Street, the main street made of black brick with an old, medieval flavor, itinerant street vendors shout loudly on both sides of the street every morning, greeting passers-by who are hurrying on the road.

Since the neighborhood is very close to the port of Prydze, about 3 kilometers away, it is not only aboriginal people, but also travelers, bards, circuses, adventurers, etc.

Most of the travelers from abroad will stop and carefully sift through their belongings, but most of them will only end up covering their ears in annoyance and hurrying away, not forgetting to curse the profiteers at the end of the day.

Vinason smelled the stench of clogged sewers and the smell of fried bread wafting from the pan of oil, which wafted through the air, and they fermented one after another, creating a special and unappetizing smell.

If it weren't for the fact that I could see two moons at night and be sure that this wasn't Earth, I would have wondered if I had traveled back in time, back to the age of steam.

But there is a lot of traffic on Mink Street, and I have to be careful, no matter what time or place, thieves exist, even in another world.

With his left hand in his pocket, his bill clutched tightly, and his right hand pressed against the brim of his black, round-brimmed hat, he lowered his head slightly and walked briskly through the bustling streets.

As he walked along, the black brick road beneath his feet gradually widened, and slender bronze street lamps with curly grass decorations stood on both sides, this was the shop area, and Venason unconsciously straightened his back again, raised his head, and looked ahead.

There were bards singing, wandering organists playing, and missionaries from somewhere preaching.

Next to this group of people, there were many beggars, children, and women with yellow and thin faces, all dressed in rags and covered with black stains of oil, but their expressions were extremely intoxicated, as if they were listening to the most beautiful words in the world.