Mysteries of the Earthsea

　　 do as I say! I know my boat! ! "

　　 After roaring at the whirlpool, Charles looked down at the first officer on the ground, "John! Go and unload half of the cargo on the ship!"

　　 He knows that the critical moment is not the time of hesitation, and that life is more important than anything else.

　　 "Yes!" The fat old man kicked the cockpit door and rushed out.

　　 Hearing the popping sound of the goods falling into the water, Charles' heart was bleeding.

　　 Fortunately, a series of measures were still useful. After several more collisions, the rat in the light body began to speed up, slowly throwing away the monster behind.

　　 When he saw the real beacon appearing on the bow, Charles, in a cold sweat, slowly released the rudder in his hand.

　　 The young man lying on the ground tremblingly climbed to Charles's footsteps, clinging to his thigh.

　　 "Ship...Captain, I just...I just saw--"

　　 Charles directly pinched his cheeks with his hands to prevent him from continuing to speak.

　　 "Before boarding the boat, what is the third sentence I tell you?"

　　 "Monsters in the water can't see or think, unless they are close to our ship, don't tell if they see it..."

　　 "Very good, now stand up and drop anchor first, and then go and notify everyone on board to gather on deck. I want to count the number of people."

　　 Charles released his hand and walked out of the cockpit. At this moment, the deck was in a mess, there was water everywhere, and the ropes that bound the cargo floated on the water.

　　 Charles came to the stern after wading up to the calf sea. The spindle-shaped stern was sunken into a large piece like being hit by a sledgehammer, and some unknown black mucus was stuck on it, which continuously emitted a foul smell.

　　Looking at this shape, it is easy to imagine the size of the creature that just hit the ship, but the eight-year sailing career has wiped out Charles' curiosity. At this time, he was thinking about other issues.

　　 "It's another sum of money to repair this thing..." Charles was a little annoyed, he was one step away from his dream.

　　 At this moment, the whisper in the ear sounded again, as if spreading from the surrounding darkness.

　　 "ph……ngluimglw……nafh……"

　　 "Fuck!" Charles, with frowning brows, clenched a fist with one hand and kept hitting his forehead, the pain diminished the irritability caused by the whisper.

　　 When seeing the other crew members begin to gather on the deck, Charles put down his hands and walked over.

　　 Seeing his captain approaching, a few men of different heights quickly stood in a row. Regardless of their looks, their faces were as scary as Charles.

　　 "John, chief officer, assists the captain and organizes various work plans, and is responsible for preparing cargo stowage plans, helmsman from 12 to 24." The fat old man said first.

　　 Standing next to Old John was a big tall man with a strong physique. The blue clothes were covered with engine oil. After the chief officer finished speaking, he quickly connected it.

　　 "James, the job big wheel tube, is responsible for maintaining the normal working order of the turbo furnace; at the same time maintaining the propulsion device and additional equipment, boilers, lubrication and cooling and fuel oil."

　　 Next to the big tall one is a thin man, tall and thin alive with a telegraph pole.

　　 "Fre, the chef is in charge of the crew's food."

　　 Following Captain Sailor was Dip, who had an ugly face, his body was shaking a little, and it seemed that he had not recovered.

　　 "Di...Deep, I am responsible for the cleaning of the deck and the maintenance and repair of anchors, cables, and loading and unloading equipment."

　　 quickly swept across the four people in front of him, and Charles immediately found one missing. "Where did the sailor go?"

　　 The four looked at each other and no one answered.

　　 "Ahhhhhh!!" Suddenly a terrible cry came from under the deck.

　　 "Something is on the boat! Take the weapon!" Charles rushed over with everyone.

　　 When they came to the dim crew lounge, everyone immediately felt a cool breath from the tail bone to their brains.

　　 There were two people in the cabin at this time. One person was standing. It was the captain of the Rat, with a frightened expression.

　　 A person is lying on his stomach, unable to see who he is, because the skin on his body has been stripped, without the protection of the skin, every time the body touches the ground, the **** person trembles with pain.

　　 He lay vaguely on the ground, screaming while struggling desperately, his breath weakened.

　　 "Jim! Go and ask his identity!" Charles quickly took out the revolver around his waist.

　　 The sailor climbed over with fear, leaning in front of the **** head and listening.

　　 A few seconds later, he turned around with a panic on his face, pointed at Charles and said: "Captain,...he said he is you!"

"I?"

　　 Listening to the flustered footsteps of the crew behind him, Charles decisively pointed his gun at the captain,

"Charles, the captain on duty, is responsible for the safe transportation, production and administrative management of ships, to maximize the safety of ships and life and property, and to deal with all affairs decisively and steadily in emergency situations, 0-12 helmsman! Captain sailor! Now! Report your position!!"

　　 "You will kill him soon! He is no longer your captain!" The sailor pointed at Charles in horror.

　　 "Bang!" As Charles pulled the trigger, a blood hole appeared in the captain's forehead. What flowed out of it was not blood, but a semi-solidified dark yellow liquid.

　　 Seeing that the incident was exposed, the body of the shot sailor began to twist and change, his mouth cracked behind his head, his limbs began to swell rapidly, and he rushed towards Charles with a weird roar.

　　 "Boom! Bang!" The bullets quickly poured onto the captain's body, and the human skin was torn apart like a torn sack, exposing the dark, rotting, twisted torso like the back skin of a toad.

　　 After all six bullets were hit, the monster was not dead yet, spreading its limbs and rushing towards the human in front of him.

　　 Charles seems to have experienced it many times, his face is not panic, his body rolls to the side, avoiding the monster's attack.

　　 While evading, his hands didn't stop, the bullets on the revolver had been loaded again, and he turned six shots directly.

　　 Under the attack of twelve bullets, the monster's anti-joint legs softened and fell to the ground feebly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Charles, panting heavily, glanced at the corpse that made humans instinctively nauseous in front of him, and turned to look at the frightened crew behind him.

　　 "Don't be stunned, throw this ghost off the boat," Charles finished, walking towards the dead blood corpse.

　　 He ignored the **** smell of the sky, and broke his head straight with his hands. When he saw that the exposed tooth was missing an incisor, Charles knew that this was his sailor, and that just now was the undersea monster pretending to be.

　　 There was a trace of pain on Charles's face, but he quickly converged, took out the bullet again and stuffed it into the gun, and began to patrol his boat, looking for other fish that slipped through the net.

　　Deep followed the first officer John strenuously to move the body.

　　 The boy was surprised and said to his companion next to him: "The captain is so amazing."

　　 "Haha, of course, otherwise he is the captain, and you are just a sailor. In fact, he was just like you on board before."

　　 "Really? How was Captain Charles when he first got on the boat?"

"That's a long story. It's almost seven or eight years. I was a third mate on another ship. Charles floated over from the sea. When he was rescued, he couldn't even speak. Say it."

　　 "Really? Then he became the captain?"

　　 "He stayed on our ship later, learning to speak while learning to be a sailor. Not long after he learned to speak, he announced that he wanted a ship of his own to lead all mankind back to the land of light. At that time, we all laughed at him for daydreaming."

"and after?"

"Later, he changed from a sailor to a sailor, and from a sailor to a third mate. When we all thought he would be a third mate to a second mate, he actually saved money to buy a second-hand small cargo ship, promise, This is the mouse under our feet."