A sudden sound of waves woke Duncan from his dream.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the illusion he had seen in his half-asleep state had only left some faint silhouettes. He only remembered that he saw fish swimming in the air, and the fish surrounding him seemed particularly delicious - but what did those fish look like
Can fish...swim in air
Duncan blinked his eyes. A strange feeling of the tearing and blending of reality and dreams made him a little confused for a moment. He looked at the three fishing rods fixed on the fishing rod rack, and saw no signs of any fish being hooked. The sea in the distance had begun to rise and fall, and wave after wave was hitting the hull of the Lost Hometown.
Then, the waves grew larger, within a range visible to the naked eye, and one wave stronger than the other began to surge in from the distance continuously. The huge hull of the Lost Hometown was shaking in the wind and waves, and the sound of surging waves filled the ears.
Duncan looked up at the sky and found that the weather was still good. There seemed to be just a few more winds and waves, but there should not be any extreme weather phenomena such as a big storm.
"This might not be good weather for fishing..."
He muttered something, considering whether he should put away the fishing rods, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw the front end of one of the fishing rods suddenly bend!
The strong fishing line prepared for sea fishing instantly tightened, and the short, thick and tough sea fishing rod seemed to have caught something big. The entire front half suddenly bent like a bow, accompanied by a harsh creaking sound. The fishing rod rack used to fix the fishing rod also made a sound of wood rubbing under the huge force. All of this conveyed a signal to Duncan:
The fish are coming! Big fish!
He instantly gave up the idea of putting away the rod and taking a rest. The enthusiasm of the fisherman was burning in his chest. He took two steps to the "shipping" fishing rod, grabbed the fishing rod with one hand to prevent it from falling off the fishing rod rack, and began to adjust the tightness of the fishing line little by little with the other hand.
"That's what I told you! How could I be air force?"
Duncan talked to himself excitedly and began to struggle with a giant creature at the other end of the fishing line. It was a difficult fight. The thing at the end of the fishing line obviously had no intention of giving up. A huge force was pulling on the fishing rod. Even with Duncan's strength and the support of the fishing rod stand, the stalemate still seemed shaky.
The wind and waves around the Lost Homeland grew stronger and stronger, but for Duncan, this little shake was nothing.
He was just irritated by the stubborn "prey" and was worried that the opportunity to improve the food, which had finally come to him, would slip away.
The tension of the fishing line had reached a critical point and the big fish was about to escape from his hands.
After an unknown amount of time in the stalemate, Duncan finally made up his mind, and a cluster of dark green flames suddenly spread out from his hand holding the fishing rod.
The green fire burned fiercely, spreading like water, and quickly flowed along the fishing rod and fishing line. The spiritual fire burned all the way, forming a "fire line" along the fishing line that went straight into the sea. The next second, an illusory green flame outline suddenly emerged in the deep sea around the Lost Hometown, and under the reflection and outline of the green flame, a huge shadow emerged in the sea.
The shadow, like a swelling and shrinking mass of flesh, almost covered the entire sea surface within a few hundred meters around the Lost Homeland. Extending from its edge were a large number of constantly changing and growing dark creatures, which seemed to be wriggling and waving in the ocean like thousands of arms, stirring the sea water around the Lost Homeland and controlling the invisible waves to rise and fall.
Duncan heard some strange noises coming from the sea. While maintaining a stalemate with his "prey", he leaned out to take a curious look.
He saw nothing but the rising and falling waves, which were not much different from before.
Moreover, he clearly felt that the resisting force coming from the fishing rod was a little weaker than before.
His prey was beginning to lose strength, a fact that brought a huge smile to his face.
He began to tighten the fishing line, dragging his prey out of the sea little by little...
…
Alice was startled by the roar and whistle coming from outside the cabin. The violent shaking came from under her feet, causing the furnishings in the cabin to make a series of clanging noises. She quickly grabbed a nearby railing to prevent herself from falling. A look of doubt appeared on her face: "What happened?"
The Lost Homeland was shaking, as if a huge storm was raging outside. There was also some strange, low and suppressed sound coming from the depths of this ancient ghost ship, as if it was roaring and raging, fighting against the horror brought by the deep sea, and fighting against some huge beast that was trying to devour it.
All kinds of things in the cabin were making clanking noises. At first, Alice thought they were all collisions caused by the shaking of the ship, but she soon discovered that many of the things making the noise were actually making noises in the same place - they were making sounds to communicate with each other, but Alice could not understand this language that only the Lost Homeland could understand.
She only knew that something might have happened outside.
Miss Doll decided to go to the deck to take a look - she stumbled out of the cabin, holding on to the nearby wall to avoid falling, and ran towards the deck.
After being almost tripped by flying ropes and rushing barrels several times, she finally reached the end of the stairs. She pushed open the wooden door that was swaying in the wind and waves, and saw astonishing huge waves rising on the vast sea.
The sky was as dark as ink, and the ominous thick clouds had almost condensed into a heavy mass. The clouds were darkly approaching the sea surface, and huge waves like city walls were rolling and surging under the dark clouds, rising and falling near the Lost Hometown as if surrounding it!
This was the first time Alice had seen such a scene. She didn’t know if this was a normal situation at sea, but she knew she had to find the captain at this time.
She looked around the deck and easily found Captain Duncan standing on the edge of the deck.
…
The wind and waves around were a bit annoying, but for Duncan who was about to succeed, these were just insignificant "disturbances". With the dual feedback of the fishing line and the green fire, he could clearly feel that his prey had stopped resisting, and the behemoth was being pulled out of the water little by little.
"Come up!"
He gave a shout of delight and gave the rod one last tug.
A huge fish jumped out of the sea—really huge, almost half the size of him.
In this brief moment, Duncan's eyes met with the fish in mid-air.
“… It’s pretty ugly.”
This was the first feeling in his heart.
It was indeed an extremely ugly fish. The surface of its black body was rugged and uneven as if covered with some kind of growth, and there were strange gray and white patterns spreading randomly along the fins on both sides. Many bone-like structures could be seen at the position of the fish head, and a pair of hollow white eyeballs were staring at Duncan under those bone spurs.
Duncan felt very uncomfortable. He even felt that the fish was looking at him with ill intentions.
But the next second, he saw the fish twitch suddenly, and its eyeballs that were looking at him burst out of thin air for some reason, and blood gushed out instantly.
The fish fell heavily onto the deck, jumping and twisting wildly as if struck by electricity, and fell silent after just a few seconds. Blood seeped out of its mouth and burst eyes, dripping onto the deck drop by drop.
Duncan looked at the ugly fish quickly losing its life at his feet in surprise. He vaguely remembered what he had read in books: most of the fish in the deep sea are indeed ugly, and because they live in a water pressure environment for a long time, their blood vessels will rupture due to pressure changes after being fished out of the sea, and they may even die quickly as a result - is it like this for the fish in this world as well
Just as he was stunned, a crackling sound suddenly came from him.
Duncan looked in the direction of the sound out of curiosity, only to see several smaller "strange fish" also landing on the deck.
They looked similar to the strange fish that was half a man's height, but were only about half a meter in size. And like the big fish - when Duncan saw them - they were already bleeding violently all over their bodies and were soon dying.
Duncan was a little stunned, and it took him a long time to react: "The Calabash Brothers saved Grandpa? One by one?"
…
Alice held tightly onto the railing beside her, nervously watching the brutal fight not far away that was enough to drive an ordinary person crazy.
She saw Captain Duncan standing on the edge of the deck, with dark green flames blazing on his body. He was facing the sea like a flaming giant. Three hooks extended from the deck under his feet, and one of the hooks was burning with a terrible flame.
She saw a huge shadow suddenly appear in the boundless sea, and then a tentacle almost thicker than the main mast of the Lost Homeland stretched out from the sea. Countless malicious eyes opened on the face of the tentacle, and countless sharp teeth rubbed and chewed between the eyes, as if it would bite the entire ship into pieces in the next moment.
Alice almost screamed out loud. She wanted to remind the captain to dodge and rushed over to help, but before she could act, the tentacle fell towards the captain.
She saw Captain Duncan raise his head. Under the blazing flames, there was a look of joy of harvest on the captain's face - he was looking at the countless eyes on the tentacles, and the countless eyes on the tentacles were also looking at him.
The next second, all the eyes on the tentacles suddenly exploded, and hundreds of sharp fangs let out shrill and painful screams. Then, the tentacle broke out of thin air - it was as if a huge entity hidden under the sea level had actively cut off the connection with the tentacles and abandoned the severely damaged ends of the tentacles directly on the deck.
The tentacle fell to the ground with a thud, and the dirty, sticky flesh and blood that spilled from the broken end also fell to the ground with a crackling sound, landing at the captain's feet.