Deep Sea Embers

Duncan was awakened from his dream by a sudden sound of waves.

He abruptly opened his eyes, and the vision he had seen in the half-dream and half-awake had only left a few thin silhouettes. He only remembered that he saw fish swimming in the air, and those around him seemed to be surrounded by fish. Delicious - but what were those fish like?

Do fish... can swim in the air?

Duncan blinked, a strange feeling that reality and dream were torn apart and blended, which made him a little confused for a short time. He looked at the three fishing rods he fixed on the fishing rod rack, and saw no signs of fish taking the bait. The sea in the distance has begun to rise and fall, and waves of waves are lapping the hull of the Homeless.

Immediately afterwards, the waves became larger, and within the range visible to the naked eye, a wave of waves stronger than one wave began to come continuously from afar. The sound fills my ears.

Duncan looked up at the sky and found that the weather was still very good. It seemed that there were only some more wind and waves, but there should not be any extreme celestial phenomena such as major storms.

"It's probably not a good day for fishing..."

He grunted, considering whether to put the fishing rods away, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw the front end of one of the fishing rods bend!

The strong fishing line specially prepared for sea fishing tensed up instantly. The short, thick and tough sea fishing rod seemed to have caught something big. The harsh sound, the rod holder used to fix the fishing rod also made the sound of wood rubbing under this huge force, and all of this conveyed a signal to Duncan:

Here comes the fish! Big fish!

He instantly gave up the idea of ​​taking the rod and resting, the old enthusiasm for fishing was burning in his chest, and he came to the "shipping" rod in two steps, grabbing the rod with one hand to prevent it from falling off the rod holder , the other hand began to adjust the tension of the fishing line little by little.

"I'll just say it! How can I be in the Air Force!"

Duncan muttered to himself excitedly, and began to compete with a behemoth at the other end of the fishing line. It was a tough fight. The thing at the end of the fishing line was obviously not going to be captured. A huge force was pulling the fishing rod. Even with Duncan's strength and the support of the rod rack, the stalemate still seemed shaky.

The wind and waves around the Lost Country grew a little bit bigger, but to Duncan, this little shaking was nothing.

He was only angered by the stubborn "prey", and he was worried that the opportunity to improve the food that had finally come to him would be gone in vain.

The tension of the fishing line has reached a critical point, and the big fish is about to break free from his hands.

After an unknown length of stalemate, Duncan finally turned his heart away, and a cluster of faint green flames suddenly spread out from his hand holding the fishing rod.

The green fire was burning, spreading like water, and quickly flowing out along the fishing rod and fishing line. The fire of the spirit body burned all the way, forming a "fire line" that went straight into the sea along the fishing line. In the next second, around the homeless ship An illusory green flame suddenly appeared in the depths of the sea, and under the reflection and outline of the faint green flame, a huge shadow emerged in the sea.

The shadow was like an indeterminate mass of flesh, covering almost the entire sea surface within a few hundred meters of Homeless, and a large number of constantly changing and growing dark things extended from its edge, as if hundreds of arms were The ocean wriggled and waved, churning the waters around the Lost Country, controlling the undulations of the invisible waves.

Duncan heard some strange movements in the sea, and while maintaining the stalemate with the "prey", he looked out curiously with his probe.

He didn't see anything, he only saw the waves rising and falling, which didn't change much compared to just now.

And he clearly felt that the opposing force from the fishing rod was a little weaker than before.

The prey's strength was starting to run out, a fact that brought a big smile on his face.

He began to tighten the line hard, dragging his prey out of the sea little by little...

…

Alice was taken aback by the roar and whistling from outside the cabin. The violent shaking came from under her feet, causing a series of clinking noises from the furnishings in the cabin. She quickly grabbed a nearby railing with her eyes and hands. He didn't let himself fall, but a surprised expression appeared on his face: "What happened?"

Homeless was rocking, as if a huge storm was raging outside, and there was some kind of low and suppressed strange sound from the depths of this ancient ghost ship, as if it was roaring and filial piety, fighting against the deep sea. Horror, against some behemoth trying to devour itself.

Everything in the cabin was rattling. At first Alice thought it was a collision caused by the shaking of the ship, but soon she realized that many of these noises were actually making noises in place—they were They communicated with each other by making sounds, but Alice couldn't understand the language that only the Lost Country could understand.

All she knew was that something might have happened outside.

Miss Doll decided to go to the deck to take a look - she stumbled out of the cabin, and ran towards the deck while holding on to the nearby wall to avoid falling.

After nearly tripping over the flying cables and the ramming barrels a few times, she finally reached the end of the stairs. She pushed open the wooden door that was constantly swaying in the wind and waves, and saw that the boundless sea was rising with amazing waves.

The sky was pitch black as ink, and the ominous thick clouds had almost condensed into heavy clumps. The clouds were pressing close to the sea, and the huge waves like a city wall were tumbling and rushing under the dark clouds, undulating near the Lost Homes like an encirclement!

It was the first time Alice saw such a sight. She didn't know if this was a normal situation at sea, but she knew that at this time she had to find the captain.

She glanced around the deck, and with almost no effort, found Captain Duncan standing on the edge of the deck.

…

The surrounding wind and waves were a bit annoying, but for the soon-to-be-successful Duncan, this was just a little "interruption". With the dual feedback of the fishing line and the green fire, he could clearly feel that his prey had stopped resisting, that The behemoth was being dragged out of the water by him little by little.

"Come on you!"

He shouted happily, pulling the fishing rod in his hand one last time.

A big fish jumped out of the water - really big, almost half the size of him.

For a brief moment, Duncan met the sight of the fish in mid-air.

"...very ugly."

This was the first emotion in his heart.

It was indeed a very ugly fish. The surface of the black body seemed to be covered with some kind of growth creature. There were also strange gray and white patterns randomly spreading along the fins on both sides. Many bone spur-like structures could be seen, and a pair of hollow white eyes watched Duncan from beneath the spurs.

Duncan felt very uncomfortable. He felt that the fish was looking at him maliciously.

But in the next second, he saw that the fish twitched violently, and the pair of eyes staring at him burst out of thin air for some reason, and blood flowed instantly.

The fish fell heavily on the deck, jumping and twisting like a medium electric shock, and quieted down after just a few seconds, blood seeping out from its mouth and bursting eyes, falling on the deck little by little superior.

Duncan was a little surprised to see this extremely ugly fish lose its vitality quickly at his feet. He vaguely remembered the knowledge he had read in the book: most fish in the deep sea are really ugly, and because of long-term life Under the water pressure environment, after they are fished out of the sea, their blood vessels will indeed rupture due to pressure changes, and even die quickly because of this - is this the case with fish in this world?

Just when he was so stunned, a crackling sound suddenly came over again.

Duncan followed the sound curiously, but saw that several smaller "strange fish" also landed on the deck.

Their appearance is similar to that half-human-high strange fish, but the size is only about half a meter, and they are the same as the big fish - when Duncan watched them, they were already bleeding heavily, and soon Dying.

Duncan was a little stunned, and it took a long time to react: "Huluwa saves grandpa?

…

Alice clutched the railing beside her tightly, staring nervously at the sight of the brutal fighting not far away that was enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

She saw Captain Duncan standing on the edge of the deck, the green flames on his body bursting into the sky, he faced the sea like a flaming giant, with three hooks extending from the deck under his feet, one of which was burning with terror. of flames.

She saw a huge shadow suddenly appear in the boundless sea, followed by a tentacle that was almost thicker than the main mast of the Homeless. There were countless sharp teeth rubbing and chewing between the eyes, as if the whole ship was about to be bitten to pieces in the next moment.

Alice almost exclaimed, she wanted to remind the captain to dodge, and wanted to rush to help, but before she could act, the tentacle slammed down on the captain.

She saw Captain Duncan raised his head, and under the raging flames, the captain's face was filled with joy of harvest - he watched the countless eyes on the tentacles, and the countless eyes on the tentacles also watched him.

The next second, all the eyes on the tentacle burst open, and hundreds of sharp and sharp teeth let out a harsh and painful hiss, and then the tentacle broke out of thin air—as if A huge body hidden under the sea level took the initiative to cut off the connection with the tentacles, and directly abandoned the severely damaged ends of the tentacles on the deck.

The tentacles slammed to the ground, and the filthy viscous flesh and blood spilled from the fracture also crashed to the ground and landed at the captain's feet.