Chapter 6 The Target Island

Char pointed to the Mouse next to him, turned around and walked up the stairs.

Bandage didn't care about the bleeding wound on his face, and followed after performing a Fortanian ritual to the hook.

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

"Ahhhhhhh!!" The screams resounded throughout the port.

Other people in the port saw the black robes of followers of the Ftan religion, so they didn't dare to meddle in their own business, and lowered their heads to busy with their own affairs.

Charles, who turned his head to see this scene, was full of disgust, which was also the reason why he didn't want to contact the Fortan Cult before. He turned his head and shouted at Di Pu who rushed over to watch the fun. "Don't look, pull anchor and set sail!"

Pulling the hook hard, a beating heart appeared in his hand. He took the heart and came to the side of the Mouse, and kept wiping something on the hull, whispering something in his mouth.

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

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

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

Seeing that Charles didn't look like he was joking, he smiled slightly while holding a heart hook, and took a half step back with a slight bow.

"Captain Charles, we followers of Fortan have always been polite and friendly, why do you always have prejudice against us?"

Looking at the bloody heart in his hand, Charles didn't bother to explain at all.

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

"Dipper, help me steer the helm." Charles shouted to the bosun and went to the captain's cabin with a bandage on.

A yellowish sea chart was laid out on the table. This sea map was not detailed, and only a few islands were marked out in the large black area.

This is the only one that can be bought at the port, and a more detailed map is in the hands of the Explorers' Association.

"Where are your things? How far is it from Coral Island?"

The bandaged right hand precisely pointed to a spot in the darkness without any markings.

"The unexplored area..." Charles was already mentally prepared for this answer. It is impossible for the islands that have been explored to have such a high reward.

"What does your holy object look like?" Charles continued to ask.

The bandage was stuck for a long time before he slowly said: "The statue of the Holy Master... is golden..."

Although it was not smooth, the voice was younger than Charles had expected, and it sounded like a teenager whose voice had changed.

"Is that thing a relic?"

"..."

"What danger is there on that island?"

"..."

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

"You go to the helm. 12-24 is your time. If you need to go to the bathroom during the period, you can ask Dipper to take the helm for you. I taught him to steer."

Bandage stood up silently and walked outside.

Charles tapped his fingers on the table to sort out his thoughts. It was easy to say, find something and bring it back, but if it was really simple, the Fortan Church would not invite outsiders.

That place must be very dangerous. The chief mate sent by the Ftan sect didn't give any hint. There are two possibilities. One is that they really don't know.

The other is that the danger is astonishingly great. I am afraid that I will scare myself away and deliberately conceal it. No matter what it is, it is not good news. Now I can only take one step at a time.

Traveling at sea is very depressing, the Mouse is pitifully small, and the environment for activities is limited. Fortunately, except for the two new sailors, everyone else is used to it.

Charles was a little worried about the new first officer at first, and secretly guarded against him, but after getting along with him for a few days, he found that there was nothing unusual about this guy named Bandage except for his slow speech and strange attire.

Even at the helm, he seems to be very good at it. Charles' wariness eased for a while, but not entirely.

As the buoys slowly disappeared, the Mouse slowly sailed into an unknown area where no one had set foot.

Without the positioning of light spots in the distance, the spirits of everyone on board began to become tense. There is a saying in Dihai that when a ship sails into an unexplored area, the seabed has already reserved a place 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 on the bow of the boat and looking down, the surroundings were like still ink.

This kind of calm does not make people feel at ease at all, it seems to be the calm before the storm, so depressing and suffocating.

Charles was in high spirits, patrolling the deck day and night, for fear that something underwater would run onto the ship.

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

"Through July 1, 8 years, sunny

Everything is still normal today, this kind of substantive depression is about to drive my crew crazy, that kid Dipper kneels on the deck whenever he has time, praying to various gods.

I stopped him, the gods in Earth Sea are not so easy to worship, talking nonsense is easy to get angry.

Fortunately, the chef found a nest of little mice in the warehouse to distract them. Watching them carefully and carefully feeding the little mice made me feel a little emotional.

They are attached, but what about me? Why did I travel alone at the time, I was really lonely, if only I had a companion. "

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

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

Charles had never known why some people liked to drink, the bitter taste was like horse urine, but now he knew.

A tired brain needs more alcohol to numb it, but Charles doesn't drink any more. A couple of sips is fine to relax, but heavy drinking will dispel the determination to go home.

At this time, cheers suddenly came from outside, Charles was taken aback, put the bottle away and rushed to the deck.

Boatswain Dipper rushed to Charles and danced excitedly, his face turned red and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Charles looked over the side of the ship and looked into the darkness in the distance. Under the illumination of the searchlight, a huge monster appeared right in front of the Mouse. It was an island, and they had arrived.

The steamship slowly docked, but the cheers gradually disappeared. I saw 8 dilapidated steamships, large and small, docked on the coast of this island. Looking at the signs of decay on the ship, the longest one is probably two or three Years ago.

The ships remained motionless like coffins on the sea.

"Why...why are there so many boats? Where are they?" Dipper's voice trembled slightly, but no one answered this question.

Looking at the island again at this time, everyone's heart was covered with a shadow.

Charles was not in a hurry to go to the island, and directly took Dipper and James to the nearest steamboat.

No blood, no chaos, no shortage of fuel and food, everything is so normal, except the crew is missing.

Charles suddenly thought of something, and went straight to the captain's cabin, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find the hidden diary.