Char pointed to the mouse next to him and turned around and walked on the stairs.

The bandage didn't care about the bleeding wound on his face, and followed him after giving a whisper to the hook.

Just as the two were getting on the boat, the hook stretched out his right hand and inserted the bloody dagger into the chest of the believer on his left.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" A scream rang throughout the port.

The others in the port saw that it was the black robe of the Ftanic believers, and did not dare to meddle in other people's business, lowered their heads and were busy with their own affairs.

Charles's face turned around and saw this scene was full of disgust. This was also the reason why he didn't want to contact the Ftans before. He turned around and shouted to Dipp who was rushing over to watch the fun. "Stop watching, pull the anchor and set sail!"

The hook was pulled hard, and a ball of beating heart appeared in his hand. He took the heart and came to the mouse, constantly wiping something to the hull, and was still muttering something in his mouth.

"Get out of here, don't touch my boat with that disgusting thing." Charles instantly took out the revolver and pointed it at his head.

"Captain Charles, with this thing, your ship will be protected by the powerful."

"I don't need it!" Charles put his finger on the trigger.

Seeing that Charles was not like he was joking, he smiled slightly with the hook of his heart, bowed slightly and took a step back.

"Captain Charles, we believers of the God of Fertan have always been polite and friendly, why are you always biased against us?"

Looking at the bloody heart in his hands, Charles was too lazy to explain.

Under the gaze of the hook, the mouse's chimney began to emit black smoke and slowly drove towards the dark ocean.

"Dip, help me take the helm." Charles shouted to the sailor and brought it to the captain's room with a bandage.

A yellow sea chart was laid on the table. This sea chart was not detailed. There were only a few scattered islands in the black area.

The only thing you can buy at the port is this, and the more detailed map is mastered by the Explorer Association.

"Where is your stuff? How far is the Coral Island?"

The right hand wrapped in bandages pointed accurately at a point in the dark without any marks.

"Didn't explore the area..." Charles was mentally prepared for this answer, and the island that had been explored could not be so high.

"What do your holy objects look like?" Charles continued to ask.

The bandage was stuck for a long time before slowly saying: "The statue of the Holy Lord..., golden..."

Although it was a little unsmooth, the voice was beyond Charles's unexpected youth, and he sounded like a teenager during the voice change period.

"Is that thing a relic?"

“………”

"What are the dangers on that island?"

“………”

Faced with Charles' further inquiry, Bandage remained silent without answering.

"You go to the helm. 12-24 is your time. During this period, you can ask Dip to take the helm for a while. I have taught him to take the helm."

Bandage stood up silently and walked outside.

Charles kept tapping his fingers on the table and sorting out his thoughts. It sounds simple, and he found something and brought it back, but if it was really simple, the Ftans would not come to outsiders.

The place must be very dangerous. There are two possibilities that the first mate from the Fotan Sect does not prompt at all. One is that he really doesn't know that the guys who lined up before have sink to the bottom of the sea and cannot convey information.

Another type is that it is amazingly dangerous. You are afraid of scaring yourself away and deliberately concealing it. No matter which one is, it is not good news. Now you can only take one step at a time.

Traveling on the sea is very depressing, the mouse is so small that it is pitiful, and the activity environment is limited. Fortunately, everyone except the two new sailors are used to it.

Charles was a little worried about the new senior mate at first, and secretly guarded him. However, after getting along for a few days, he found that the guy named Bandage had nothing abnormal except for his slow speech and strange outfit.

When he was in the helm, he seemed very good at it. Charles's wariness was put down for a section, but it did not completely disappear.

As the beacon slowly disappeared, the mouse slowly drove into an unknown area where no one stepped foot.

Without the distant positioning of light spots, everyone on the ship began to feel nervous. There is a saying in the sea that when the ship sailed into an unexplored area, the seabed had already reserved a seat for the crew.

But a few days passed, and the fierce battle that Charles expected did not come. The sea area was as calm as a lake. Standing at the bow of the boat, looking down, the surroundings were like still ink.

This kind of calm does not make people feel at all, as if it was the peace before the storm, and it was so depressing that it was suffocating.

Charles was very nervous and patrolled the deck day and night, fearing that something would run on the boat under the water.

The searchlight on the ship pierced into the darkness like a beam of light, and the light gave the crew a little sense of security.

"Traveling through July 1, 8, sunny

Everything is still normal today. This kind of depression as much as substance is about to drive my crew crazy. The boy Dipp kid kneels on the deck and prays to various gods whenever he has time.

I stopped him. The gods in the earth and sea are not so easy to worship, and talking nonsense is easy to get angry.

Fortunately, the chef found a litter of little mice in the warehouse to distract them. Seeing them feeding the little mice carefully and carefully, I felt a little emotional.

They have a companion, but what about me? Why was it that I was alone in traveling through time, and I was really lonely alone, it would be great if I had a companion."

After the ink was dry, Charles closed the diary and put it in the cabinet.

He took out a square glass bottle with brown liquid from the bottom of the cabinet, raised his head and took a sip. The dizzy feeling relaxed the tense brain.

Charles had never known why some people liked drinking. The bitter taste was like horse pee, but now he knew.

The tired brain needs more alcohol paralysis, but Charles did not drink it again. It is okay to relax with a few sips, but alcoholism will dispel the determination to go home.

At this moment, cheers suddenly came from outside. Charles was stunned and quickly put the bottle and rushed to the deck.

Sailor Deep rushed to Charles and danced excitedly, his face turned red and wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

Charles' eyes passed over the ship and looked into the darkness in the distance. Under the illumination of the searchlight, a giant appeared directly in front of the mouse, an island, and they arrived.

The steamboat slowly landed, but the cheers slowly disappeared. I saw eight dilapidated steamboats of all sizes docked along the coast of this island. Looking at the decay marks on the hull, the longest one was probably two or three years ago.

The ships remained motionless like coffins placed on the sea.

"Why...how are there so many ships? Where are they?" Dipp's voice was trembling with a hint of trembling, and no one answered the question.

At this time, when looking at the island again, everyone's heart was covered with a layer of shadow.

Charles did not rush to go to the island, and directly took Dipp and James to the nearest steamboat.

There is no blood, no chaos, no lack of fuel and food, everything is normal, but there is no crew.
Chapter completed!