The rusty iron rope hooked the heavy triangular anchor twitching and making a "clang clang" sound. The old Via shook and made a toothy squeezing sound, giving people a feeling of The illusion that the ship will capsize in seconds.
The dark sea swayed like silky silk, Pirate, who was anchored on the deck, swayed involuntarily, but the soles of his feet were firmly rooted on the ship.
"This broken ship is really bad, I'm really afraid it will suddenly fall apart one day." Bearded Pirate pulled the rope hard with his arms, and the other two Pirates struggled to secure the anchor to the boat frame. The same unstoppable complaining words: "This broken ship is our captain's treasure. I have heard from the boatman that every time the Via is damaged, the captain asks him to repair it to its original condition, no matter how big or small it is. , Size, and orientation are all required to be intact, so except that the Via is getting more and more broken, everything is exactly the same as when it set sail on the first day."
"Oh, this But it's terrible." One of Pirate untied his waistband and released water to the surface of the sea. His eyes blinked suddenly, then his eyes widened, wondering: "There is a shadow under the boat, is it a reef?"
"Nothing." Another Pirate stretched his head out of the boat and looked down. "You are dazzled, oh, you pee on the boat, you idiot."
Pirate indifferently shrugged his shoulders, looked around, and found that no one had a corner of his mouth, he lowered his voice and asked sneakily, "Are you saying that the chief mate is true? Bill and Chart The bastard is dead, the murderer is on the boat?"
"Bill and Chart must be dead, otherwise, they won't be on the boat until now." Another old-looking Pirate Interjecting in, the tone is also very gloomy: "On this island, no one wants to keep anything except the corpse. Then of course the murderer is on the boat. From my point of view, I am afraid it is the captain… Don't talk, someone is coming. ."
Several Pirates were silent, looking thoughtful at each other, and they all observed a chill of chilling in each other's expressions.
In the Great Age of Pirates, Pirate is like a crossing river carp, which is as numerous as a feather. Basically, an individual can successfully transfer with a knife. The prerequisites for Navigator's employment are extremely demanding and proper high-end talents. , The density of distribution on the sea can almost move the Pirate to attempt suicide.
Draw a chart? Determine the route? Label the coordinates? Forecast the weather?
These are what the hell is that … completely non-existent! !
For everyone in Via Pirates, once the ship leaves the island, basically the island can be regarded as non-existent, anyway, as long as the island disappears In their sight, it really disappeared completely, and they will not find a trace for the rest of their lives.
As for saying that there is a derogatory meaning to Via Pirates, of course it is not necessary, because similar to this Pirates occupy more than 90% of Pirate's base, in this group of real In the eyes of the "adventurer", it is a great Navigator that can drive the ship away from the dock without capsizing in a heavy rain.
So in the eyes of Yarlin, the two-month voyage is simply a bet on his life. If he is not paying attention, it is really possible to get lost in the sea forever, and then starve to death on the ship.
Even though this is not the unpredictable and dangerous Sea Territory like the Grand Line, but only a corner of East Blue, which is counted as a novice zone at best, Yarlin is absolutely unwilling to put his life on something like " At the roulette table.
The act of giving and gaining is completely disproportionate. Yarlin hates it, just as he looks at the cramped and narrow space in the cabin with a look of disgust at the moment. The entire bottom cabin is divided into two opposite sides. A corridor, the middle of the corridor is a wrapped keel, and the corridors on both sides of the keel are roughly transformed into cabins.
In the dim space that is 30 meters long, 3 meters wide, and less than 2 meters high, pieces of inferior wooden boards are fixed. The wooden boards are covered with filthy bedding, which is full of dirty colors. There is a strange smell, which is a special smell mixed with athlete's foot, sweat, musty and damp water vapor.
Yarlin looked pale lying on the bed near the door, although it was as close as possible to the door of the cabin, the broken door was thankfully rotten with a gap, cold wind and rain came in from the outside, but it still blocked The terrifying scent poured into his mouth and nose all the time.
The flickering oil lamp was quickly blown out, and the cabin plunged into darkness. A few Pirate foul-mouthed murmurs of playing cards, then spread out and crawled back to their respective beds. Various grunts came from the Clippers cabin, one after another like a tireless symphony.
This harsh environment can be compared to Yarlin being abducted and sold by snakeheads (traffickers) when he was young in his last life. He was also confined in the cabin, and the same dimly enclosed space was crowded with people. An angry memory.
He slowly closed his eyes on his side, forcing himself not to pay attention to the smell in his mouth and nose, while his body had to feel the bed board shaking with the bumps of the boat, and he tried his best to put his ears up. Listening to the movement in the cabin, while thinking about the next plan in his mind.
"William is already in the set, and then just a little bit of arrangement, he will be completely tied to death by me; the first officer thinks himself smarter than I thought, and smart people know how to restrain reckless impulse , So that the scale of my original plan can be enlarged a bit, the number of people who will die later than today can be changed from one to two, um, three are better." Yarlin twitched slightly, frowning, and three hits. The sound of the call is too close to him, which is particularly annoying, "The most worthy of attention is Captain Via. There is no doubt that he is the strongest person on the ship. In addition, he gave me an indescribable weirdness. What is the captain's secret that Bill and Chat talked about before their deaths? This should be a winning hand between the chief mate and the captain. I need to test it out. This will affect my priority in dealing with the chief mate and the captain. Sequence."
This is like a game where the prey and the hunter roles are swapped. Each is hiding its mind and actions, waiting for a chance to launch a fatal attack. However, in a corner on the side A poisonous snake disguised as a branch was also curled up, licking the insidious fangs at the stomach rumbling with hunger, deciding which fresh meat to devour first.
Order is important!
Yarlin's breathing became more and more stable, he felt his head swaying heavier and heavier, and his eyelids seemed to become dizzy…
Just "with "The smell of no opportunity" and "Symphony of Sleep", is he going to fall asleep?
Snoring….