There are not many things in this sea anchor bag. There is a hammock that is neatly folded but still stained with blood, and a sailor bag that is also neatly folded.

In addition, there are three frigate bird feathers tied to the ax handle. Wei Ran remembers clearly that Captain Evans personally tied those three feathers on it, and the original owner of the three feathers was

They almost died of dysentery at sea.

Continuing to take it out, there was also a can with an ax head inside. He remembered clearly that this can was originally the home of Hawks' pet, the hermit crab named "Halsey", but it was in Harbin.

After Erxi offered sacrifices to everyone's five internal organs temple, he used the cans and bottles to hold the oil used as sunscreen cream.

Apart from these items, the only item left in the bag is the long lunch box.

At Hawkes's signal, he opened the lunch box. It contained not only the gold bars that once belonged to Akira, some rings, and the two rolls of U.S. dollars, but also the roll of U.S. dollars that Wei Ran found in the can bottle containing shredded tobacco.

Photos with the gunnery commander's girlfriend.

"You can take these things with you, I won't need them."

Hawks said, pushing the long lunch box to Wei Ran, "Gunner Chief Hagen survived. I don't think he needs these things anymore, so I'll give them to you."

"Forget it, I don't need it either, you can keep it." Wei Ran waved his hand and rejected the other party's kindness. He really didn't need these things and couldn't take them with him.

"If those seeds can bloom in the cannon shells, I will send these things back to Evans and Sterling's respective homes and tell them where the island is and what happened."

As Hawks spoke, he took out a tightly screwed can bottle from the gas mask bag he was carrying on his body, shook a waterproof book inside towards Weiyan, put it into the anchor bag, wrapped it tightly and tied it up

Then put it aside.

Until this time, Hawkes deftly pulled out the mouthpiece of the ax handle, picked up a few jasmine seeds, pulled out a few buds and stuffed them into the mouthpiece, then reassembled them before continuing,

"I'll take good care of the seeds I plant in the cannon shells, and if they don't bloom, I'll keep them myself."

"What did you put in?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"I have recorded my memories of everything that happened here in as much detail as possible."

Hawks scratched his neck with a trace of embarrassment, "I think they will always be discovered. I hope that by then, they will at least not be discarded as unimportant, nameless corpses. That would be too much for them."

It’s not fair.”

"You did a good enough job"

Wei Ran pushed the long lunch box to the other party again, "Take these things and treat them as storage fees. At least they will make your life a little more comfortable."

Hawks did not refuse Wei Ran's kindness. He took the anchor bag containing the cans and bottles and said while walking in the direction of the cemetery, "I forgot to tell you, I am a grown man now. Our family moved to Superior."

I bought a small sugar maple forest on the north shore of Erhu Lake, and I don’t spend much money on it when I usually go hunting.”

"Anyway, take it." Wei Ran stood up as he spoke, "I want to go visit the North Shore, do you want to come with me?"

"I'll forget it." Hawks quickly waved his hand, "But I will wait for you."

"See you soon," Wei Ran said, carrying a shovel and walking towards the north side of the island.

I deliberately went to the place where Hawkes killed Jiro, but unfortunately, there was no trace of the Wendigo on that beach.

Walking to the northern end of the island under the bright sunshine, the camp here is also covered with weeds and shrubs, but even so, it is difficult to cover up the Japanese-style one-piece flight suit that is still tied to the tree trunk, and even more difficult to cover up the

There were dead bones piled up in the tattered flight suit, and some remaining bones in the overturned helmet.

He bent down and picked up a Japanese officer's water bottle and glanced at it. Wei Ran threw it beside the corpse, clapped his hands and turned around to leave the deserted camp.

When he returned to the beach at the southern end of the island, Hawkes had packed everything including the shell casings into the sailor bag he dug out.

"It's time for us to get out of here"

Hawks let Wei Ran help him carry the sailor bag, and said as he walked to the boat in the distance, "I will never come here again."

"They will always be discovered," Wei Ran reminded pointedly.

"I know" Hawks smiled, "I'm even looking forward to that day, but at the same time I'm also very afraid of that day."

"What are you afraid of?" Wei Ran squinted his eyes and looked at the sparkling calm sea in the distance, and deliberately teased, "Are you afraid that those recruiters will attack Pearl Harbor again?"

"I'm afraid that the Americans at that time have forgotten the big chief, Captain Sterling, and the moose."

Hawks paused, then murmured and added, "Forgot their bravery and the justice they defended with their lives."

Having said this, Hawks put the sailor bag that the two of them were carrying together on the small wooden boat, and smiled to himself, "Forget it, I'm an adult, and I'm just an Indian who's just 20 years old. This I’m afraid it’s not my turn to worry about this kind of thing.”

"Yeah" Wei Ran stood by the water and took one last look at the camp in the distance, raised his camera and pressed the shutter.

At the same time, behind him, Hawks also pulled out a silver sailor's whistle from his collar, puffed up his cheeks, and blew a deep and deep whistle with all his strength.

"beep--!"

Amidst the whistle that resounded on the beach, a rich white light once again appeared in front of Wei Ran's eyes.

And, there must be more... Wei Ran muttered to himself, closing his eyes at the same time, waiting patiently.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, he sighed worriedly. He finally saw the things on the table in the basement darkroom - and a titanium alloy oil drum with remaining cocoa!

As Wei Ran watched with gritted teeth, the metal quill slowly floated up and wrote the subsequent story on the pale yellow paper.

Warrior and Wendigo

Sailor Moose (Binnie Muse), colored seaman shell carrier on the USS Johnston.

On October 25, 1944, the USS Johnston sank in battle. In order to rescue Captain Evans, Vice Captain Sterling fell into the water and was later listed as missing and killed in DD-557.

On November 17, 1944, he died in action due to organ failure caused by long-term lack of water. On November 22, he was buried on the north side of the camp at the southern end of Helen Island.

Lieutenant Colonel Ernest Evans, captain of the destroyer USS Johnston, sank overboard on October 25, 1944 due to the sinking of the USS Johnston, and was later listed as missing and killed in DD-557.

On December 3, 1944, he was shot and killed by a nuclear-armed pilot on Helen Island, Palau, and was buried at the camp at the southern tip of Helen Island.

Captain Elton Bernard Sterling, deputy captain of the destroyer USS Johnston, sank in the battle of USS Johnston on October 25, 1944, and was later listed as missing and killed in DD-557.

On December 3, 1944, he was shot and killed by a nuclear-armed pilot on Helen Island, Palau, and was buried at the camp at the southern tip of Helen Island.

Pilot Akira Kano (Akira) failed to escape from the battlefield during the Battle of Leyte Gulf and was injured by the Hall's anti-aircraft gun. He died of starvation on Helen Island on December 5, 1944.

Pilot Jiro Kano failed to escape from the battlefield during the Battle of Leyte Gulf, and his plane made an emergency landing in the sea.

On December 3, 1944, he was killed by a throwing axe. After his body was cut into pieces by Hawks to vent his anger, his body was floated into the Helen Reef lagoon without any trace of his body.

Hawks, a third-class cook on the destroyer USS Hall, sank into the water on October 25, 1944 due to the sinking of the USS Hall, and was later listed as missing and killed in DD-533.

On December 3, 1944, in compliance with his last wish, the captain and deputy captain of the USS Johnston were buried on Helen Island.

On December 18, 1944, he drove the repaired transport boat Johnston to leave Helen Island. On the 25th of the same month, he was rescued by the Aboriginal people of Toby Island.

In September 1945, he left Palau on an Australian cargo ship as a Palauan sailor.

In February 1946, he arrived in the United States on a freighter, then returned to his hometown on his own, concealed his experience, and moved with his parents to the north shore of Lake Superior to join his tribal relatives and friends.

In October 1946, he returned to Helen Island and took away some of the belongings of Captain Evans, Vice Captain Sterling and recruit pilot Akira, then returned to settle on the north shore of Lake Superior and set up a DD on the top of a redwood tree.

-Compass Deck No. 557, in memory of Captain Johnston.

In July 2000, Hawks passed away in a dream during a thunderstorm night.

After a brief pause, the quill pen listed a set of extremely small latitude coordinates and then listed an address in Palau.

After a brief pause, the metal quill pen started another line and wrote, "In this seemingly peaceful world, the warriors are about to be forgotten, and the Wendigo is also quietly reviving."

"The land that once gave birth to warriors is now overgrown with wendigos..."

Wei Ran sighed secretly, turned the pale yellow page to the back, and let the metal quill write under the slowly rotating red vortex: "Soldier, welcome aboard the Johnston."

Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran's heartbeat doubled as he subconsciously looked around. Obviously, if there really was a USS Johnston destroyer in that little red vortex, he would have to find a room that was spacious enough.
Chapter completed!