Charles walked through the dim corridor and came to the water cabin of the Narwhal.

He unscrewed the wooden lid and shone it inside with a flashlight.

This is one of his daily patrol missions as the captain, and he confirmed that everything is normal in Tamsui.

Just as Charles was about to close the water tank door, he suddenly felt a sniffing gaze shot from outside the round porthole next to him.

Charles was not panicked at all. He slowly covered the hatch door and pretended to be leaving.

Just as he stood up, the flesh and blood revolver had appeared in his hands

"Baopao!!" Gunshots continued, accompanied by the shattering of the glass on the porthole, and a green palm with fish webs was torn in half by the bullet.

Charles rushed to the window quickly and found that except for half of the disgusting palm, there was only some disgusting purple blood left.

"I've left the safe route, so have these messy things started to come out?" Charles murmured to himself.

At this moment, Charles suddenly felt someone behind him. He quickly turned around and pointed the gun at the visitor. "Stop!! Say your position and name!"

"Dip, the chief sailor, leads the sailor to carry out maintenance of the hull, equipment on the deck and other daily work." Dipp, with a haggard face, stood there and reported.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, he put the gun down and walked over. "Why did you run out? Didn't you let you go back to bed and lie down?"

"Captain, I'm fine, it's just a little cold. With your scarf, I feel a lot." Dipp, wearing a thick layer of clothes, said, pulling the gray scarf around his neck with his hand.

"It's fine, but fortunately I finally got through it." Charles breathed a sigh of relief. When Dipp's condition worsened a few days ago, he thought he was going to lose his sailor.

"Captain, you can re-order the helm mission, I can already re-held."

"Forget it, you have just recovered from a serious illness. Just rest more, just bandages and I." Charles, who had a hint of relaxation on his face, patted his shoulder with his hand and walked up the ladder.

In the cockpit, a sailor was holding the rudder nervously, and the bandage beside him looked silently at the dark water surface under the searchlight in the distance.

"It's time for my class, you go and rest." Charles patted his first mate's shoulder with his hand.

Bandage nodded silently, pushed open the hatch door and passed by Dipp who came in.

The hippie-faced Dipp walked over and laughed and snatched the sailor's helm,

"Captain, I'm really fine. Look, I'm really completely healed." Dipp skillfully checked the various equipment in front of him to beg Charles to let him take the helm.

Charles sighed slightly, knowing that this kid is not that person who can stay in bed safely.

He pulled over the stool beside him and sat down. "Then try to do a four-hour shift today. If you feel any discomfort, tell me the first time."

"Okay, no problem. I'm going crazy when I lie on the boat every day and look at the doctor's old face." Dipp's voice was relaxed.

"Your temperament is still so reckless. Maybe it will be better when you find a woman and have a child."

Dipp laughed twice.

"Are you still dreaming of your mother recently?"

Dipp thought for a while and said, "No, she seems to have disappeared for a while."

"That's good. Those who appear in the dream inexplicably must not be a good thing, maybe it's the thing that causes your illness."

"But Captain, that warm feeling is really similar to my mother in my memory." Dipp said with nostalgia in his eyes.

The two continued to chat in a stack of stacks. As they were talking, the topic of the two turned to the land of light that Charles was looking for.

Charles talked to him about the magic of modern civilization, and Dipp listened quietly beside him.

Later, Charles didn't know whether to tell him or himself these words.

"Captain, I heard the doctor say that your life won't last long?" Dipp's sudden inquiry interrupted Charles's statement.

Charles chuckled a few times. "He seemed to say that, he said I would not live forty years old. By the way, how old am I this year?"

Dipp's face showed a little struggling expression, "Captain, why don't we find a cure for you first, and we must be alive before we have the chance to find the place of light in your mouth."

Charles shook his head. "I don't have time to waste it in this regard. In my heart, finding surface exits is always the first priority. Also, don't be so pessimistic. Maybe I died at sea before I was forty."

Dipp had no conversation in rare situation. His eyes were staring at the outside of the glass and his hands were tightly holding the rudder.

"Cruff~" The stool rubbed against the floor and made a harsh sound. Charles, who stood up, looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

Under the bright searchlight, a trace of white mist slowly emerged from the surrounding sea, and the sea of ​​fog was getting more and more.

"KaKaKa" sounded with the sound of crystallization, and some frost condensed outside the glass, and the temperature here dropped instantly.

Faced with this exciting news, each of the crew members' faces was full of excitement. Life at sea was depressed and uncomfortable. Since they had arrived at the Sea of ​​Mist, it proved that they were not far from home.

However, this excitement lasted until the fifth day and was replaced by uneasiness.

At the coordinates of the broken island that should have appeared, there was only a dark sea surface, and the Narwhal lost its target.

Audrek, in the form of a bat, rushed into the cockpit door and landed in front of Charles and became human. "Captain, I have searched all around here, and there are no islands. It should not be a problem with chart error."

Charles's face was very bad. "Damn it, is the chart that the guy gave me a fake map?"

Charles felt that the possibility of Gavin was very low when he quickly walked through his mind.

If that kid really had the intention to harm him, there was no need to give him a wrong chart.

Moreover, the supplies on the ship were completely enough for them to return to the previous island. He did so, except wasting Charles' time, and it was useless.

He didn't think that the boy was a person who used his life to make a prank.

What's wrong?

Charles frowned and thought about all kinds of guesses, but there was no answer.

Just when Charles was puzzled, the bandage next to him pointed his finger at a round frame on the device next to him, and there was a compass. "Captain...that thing...is something wrong..."

Charles rushed over and raised the compass with the black blade.

When he saw a small magnet on the edge of his inside, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The compass was disturbed by magnets, and their ship had long since deviated from where they had gone.
Chapter completed!