"What's going on here? Why is the fog surrounding you?"
Jenkins asked the metal head on the chair.
"Obviously, the world is suffering from disaster, and as part of the strange world, the black fog will try to invade the ship. I will not explain to you what the fog is, you just need to know that when the fog fills the ship, Although you will not die, but these refugees will die."
If all the asylum seekers on board died, Jenkins' mission would of course not be complete.
"Damn it, isn't the fog approaching too fast?"
A little calculation shows that the fog will touch the edge of the ship before Jenkins can finish asking the three people for clues.
"On this ship, of course there is a way to temporarily retreat the black mist."
The metal head is still cheerful:
"Don't ask me why I didn't tell you just now, didn't you not ask me?"
"What's the way to make this fog recede?"
"This is up to you to find out by yourself. After all, my responsibility is only to tell you how to leave, not including protecting the safety of creatures in the strange land."
These constantly wrapping black mist are part of the rules of the delusion, and Jenkins' flames cannot expel them. Therefore, if you want to make the fog recede temporarily, you still have to start with the rules of the delusion itself, so he came to the guy who asked for the fish again, and he still had the shape of a fish in his neck:
"It's so foggy now that I can't see anything when I'm fishing. So, is there anything I can do to get rid of the fog?"
"fog?"
After eating a piece of fish, the skinny man became in that dazed state again, and said in a vague tone:
"I just want to eat fish, so go fishing... But the fog does affect the line of sight, which will affect fishing. Oh, I remember that there are some lighting devices at the bottom of the river."
"The bottom of the river? Does this ship have lighting equipment?"
Jenkins asked again.
"It used to be, but it burned out later."
Time was running out, and whatever he could catch next time would be useful to Jenkins. He didn't know what happened to the background story of this deceitful world, and he didn't even know whether the background story was a real history, or just a fictional story.
But no matter what, he has already come here, and he must not stop because of things like fishing.
Therefore, when throwing the fishhook again, the strength in the hand was particularly strong, and it even felt that the fishhook had hit something in the fog before falling into the water.
"It has nothing to do with me, I just want to fish now."
He said in his heart, wholeheartedly through the metal fishing rod controlled by the palm of his hand, he could feel the trajectory of the fishhook from the fishing line sliding in the water as the boat moved forward.
Little Chocolate lay on Jenkins' shoulders, squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep, his breathing rate gradually approaching Jenkins'. And Jenkins also closed his eyes to let his vision disappear temporarily, so that he could "see" the scene under the water through the tremor through the sense of touch with the fishing rod more focused.
This is an extremely clever state of resonating with nature. Jenkins gradually felt that he really saw the underwater, but at the same time he also felt the chaotic spirit outside the hull.
"I saw!"
He suddenly opened his eyes and lifted it up suddenly. After the sound of water coming out of the object, the fishing line pulled a black thing and flew to the deck. After falling to his feet and bouncing twice, he was still wriggling non-stop, trying to get back into the water.
This is still a fish, and the degree of alienation is only a little less than the first two. The only difference from the fish is that the head of the fish has a human nose and two human ears.
But I have to admit that this look is more disgusting than the octopus "fish" just now.
He raised the magic sword and pierced the fish, then quickly sent it to the guy who ate the fish. The skinny man raised his head abruptly, as if he was worried that Jenkins would snatch it, even though the blade of the magic sword cut his palm, he wanted to snatch the fish from the sword with his own hands.
He raised his head and widened his mouth, and threw the fish into the huge mouth with the same movement as before. In doing so, the first fish in his stubby neck was squeezed into his stomach and the second fish was now lodged in his throat, Jenkins could even see the shape of that fish's big snout.
"Oh, thank you so much, sir, I've had enough to eat, so now I'll tell you..."
"Can I wait a while?"
Jenkins looked anxiously at the black fog that was very close to the ship:
"Is it okay to listen to it after I catch the lamp?"
"Of course, I'm not in a hurry."
Jenkins rearranged the fishing line as he walked to the front of the deck, and after throwing it vigorously again, he kept a still posture to calm down his mind, so that he could better let his spirit follow the fishing rod and fishing line to find out what seemed to be full of Underwater in dark mist.
He can't "see" much, and the black mist also has the effect of blocking spiritual exploration. But at least when the hook touched the object again, Jenkins still lifted the fishing line for the first time.
When the heavy object fell to the ground, it turned out to be a broken lantern.
Horse lanterns are actually portable, weatherproof kerosene lamps that can be hung on horses when riding a horse at night, while they are called "ship lights" on ships, which are commonly used equipment for rainy days and night lighting in this era.
The glass cover of this lantern has almost completely disappeared, and the metal part has been twisted by something and deformed, only some glass shards remain on the metal at the lower edge. But the internal wick is intact, and the wick can be unscrewed by turning the knob with a little force. At the same time, there is actually residual kerosene inside the sealed lamp socket. In other words, there is a possibility that this lamp can be lit.
"Can this dispel the black mist?"
Jenkins took the lamp and found the man with the fish stuck in his throat. The latter nodded, and his voice was a bit strange because of the fish in his throat:
"But do you have enough kerosene? I don't think the light will last very long."
"It's okay, I don't need too long."
Turn the pinion that controls the upper limit of the wick cord, and bring the flame from your fingertips to it. After a soft bang, a bean-sized glow flickered on the wick. Although it was unstable, at least it didn't go out immediately.
The flame did not continue to expand, but the light did. Originally, there was no light source on the deck, and the deck itself was emitting light spontaneously, but at this moment, at least the deck under Jenkins' feet was completely covered by the glow of the lantern.
Around the hull, the black mist gradually receded to the rear, and it seemed that they would not try to invade the deck for the time being.