A month was soon, and it was time to go to sea again.

The narwhal's chimney was blowing up again, and Charles walked onto the deck with the newly recruited crew.

"Bandage, you can assign the mission time for the new crew." Charles said to the first mate beside him.

The silent first mate nodded and walked towards the deck with his newly grown legs.

Charles took Audrek to the captain's room, and the newly bought huge chart spread out on the table, with the islands, dangerous areas and dark areas marked clearly.

Charles said to the vampire in front of him, "Where is Sodom? Mark it out."

"Uh, I can't see it, please tell me the location of Dark Crystal Island."

Charles pressed his hand on a pushpin and told him that this was Dark Crystal Island.

Audric followed the Dark Crystal Island, drew an arc on the chart with his fingers, and poked it lightly with his sharp nails. "Here."

To Charles' surprise, the place was not as far as he thought. "Sodom is here? So close?"

"It sometimes appears here on the 6th and 25th of a month."

Charles was stunned. "Showing up? Is it not an island? Is it moving?"

"Yes, Captain, to be precise, it is a ship, a large ship spliced ​​by ships plundered by pirates."

Looking at the distance of the dot, Charles quickly estimated the navigation time and supplies in his mind.

Although Audrek said so firmly, it was information from 40 years ago. If there was nothing there, there would be no supplies to come back.

"Are you enough plasma bag?"

Oderick nodded quickly, "Enough, I have prepared enough for 60 days."

"Save a portion, if there is a high intensity battle, I may need it."

"I understand, but Captain Charles, after all, you'd better use less of the relics of the blood clan."

"I got it, you go."

Oderick bowed, turned into a bat and flew out quickly.

In the waters near the island, Charles deliberately walked slowly to allow the newly joined crew members to work together.

This time, most of the crew members were locals from Coral Island, and some even met Charles and got along well.

On the eighth day after leaving the port, the Narwhal slowly approached its destination, and the dark sea finally began to change.

"Captain, there is a boat ahead!!"

"I saw it." Charles' eyes looked through the glass at the ship in the distance.

It was obviously not Sodom. The ship was too small, only half the size of the Narwhal, and it was a wooden boat.

Wooden boats are rare in the sea. Generally speaking, most places where wood can grow are flattened and used to grow edible crops.

As the ship slowly approached, more details were presented in front of Charles. Unlike the Narwhal turbine drive, the wooden ship was actually sail.

Not to mention that there is basically no wind in the earthly sea, there is wind. If you rely on sails alone, you may feel that your life will be long.

"Captain, what should I do?"

"I'll take the helm. You go out and play flags and tell them to follow the customary practice of left rudder to left rudder."

This is a basic operation of navigation, I am afraid that the two sides will not communicate and the two ships will collide together.

"Okay!" Dipp, wearing a bracelet, rushed out with the flag.

The red flag was quickly waved by the boy, and the wooden boat began to turn, as if he understood the flag words.

Two ships passed by, and Charles looked at the old wooden ship, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart. This ship was also going to Sodom?

"Baopa!" The crisis occurred instantly, and the gun door on the left side of the wooden ship opened directly, and a black muzzle pointed at the Narwhale.

Charles, who was tight all over, made a quick decision and turned the steering wheel wildly, trying to greet the other party's shells with the smallest area.

Even with Charles' emergency response, many shells hit the deck, but the expected explosion did not come. The shells seemed to be soft, and they stuck wherever they hit, and began to emit black and purple smoke. Not long after, the smoke wrapped the entire Narwhal.

"Lily! Counterattack!!" Hearing Charles' voice, the mice on the deck rushed towards the turret, and the 125mm caliber muzzle began to move towards the wooden ship.

At the same time, black shadows slowly floated out along the black purple mist. Their black bodies were as thin as paper, indicating that the position of the head had no facial features, and they even held weapons of the same material in their hands.

The strange paper man had just stood still and ran towards the deck cannon and slashed wildly at the rats above, and the movement of the muzzle was forced to stop.

The crew quickly fired at the things, but the bullets passed through them without affecting their movement at all.

Charles, who was frowning, dared not delay, took out the mirror and wanted to smear blood on it.

The ghost trick on the side of the gods could not scare him, and the wooden boat in the distance was the key, and he must be stopped.

Just as he bit his fingers with his teeth, his abdomen suddenly hurt. Charles, shocked, looked down and saw a bloody knife tip exposed from his chest.

He had almost no thoughts, pulled out his pistol with his right hand and pointed it behind him. He was about to pull the trigger but stopped.

The person who stabbed him was sailor Chang Dipp. A strange smile appeared on his face, and a cold voice came from his mouth, "Shoot...Shoot..."

The next second, Charles took a deep breath, endured the severe pain and directly covered the clown mask.

With the mask covered, Charles pulled the trigger directly, and Dipp was shot and responded to the ground.

Controlling the muscles in the body to clamp the blade inside, Charles stumbled out of the cockpit.

The crew outside had already started fighting with the paper men. They were obviously weak. Except for the huge James, the attacks of others did not work at all.

Charles, who was covering his wound, held the bat mirror and threw it hard at the bat in the air. "Blind! Shocked his ship!!"

The bat was holding a mirror in his arms and flew quickly towards the wooden boat.

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of paper appeared behind Charles at some point, slashing at his head with a bright weapon.

Charles quickly retreated and directly crashed into his arms. The black knife in his hand flew up and down, and the paper man quickly turned into paper scraps.

"Tsk, that's it?" Charles was about to rush into the battlefield with his knife in his hand, his body suddenly stiffened and blood began to seep from the wound.

He didn't dare to act rashly, his body was in danger, and he might have to bleed directly if he moved around.

Charles quickly found another solution, and he slowly squatted down and took out a steel nail from the wooden barrel next to him.

The steel nails were thrown out and inserted accurately on the paper man's body, nailing them to the ground, but this was just a delaying strategy.
Chapter completed!