"Captain, is that a shark?" Curious Dipper held the door frame with one hand, with most of his body outside the door, looking out at the sea in the distance illuminated by searchlights.
After quickly estimating the distance between the two sides, Charles judged that the fish fin was nearly two meters long.
He couldn't see how big the underwater object was because of the obstruction of the sea water.
"Just keep an eye on it. If there's nothing unusual, ignore it." Charles said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
If it were just some giant man-eating sharks, there would be nothing to be afraid of. Compared to other things in the sea, natural creatures are simply too cute.
Charles originally thought that the two sides would just pass each other, but more fish fins floated up from the water.
They gathered together and swam towards the boat like a flock of sheep.
When they came in front of the ship, there were so many fish fins that the crew members standing on the iron ship felt a little nervous.
The fin moved closer to the side of the boat, and the high edge of the boat blocked Charles' view.
"Dipper, come and take the helm."
Charles, with his hands free, quickly walked to the edge of the boat and stuck his head out to look outside.
Instead of continuing to swim forward, the fins began to circle around the boat.
It wasn't just the Narwhal. Charles looked towards an exploration ship on the left and found that there were also fish fins spinning next to it.
"Why are sharks still in groups? It should be dolphins that like to swim with boats, right?"
Richard's voice, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly popped up in my mind.
There is nothing more unbearable than having something in your head that wants to kill you.
"Go back! You promised it!" Charles' ferocious roar startled Dipper who was at the helm.
Trembling, he went towards Charles. "Captain? What's wrong? What happened?"
Hearing the voice in his head no longer ringing, Charles said to Dipper with a gloomy face: "Let the chief engineer burn the turbine to the maximum, and we rush out. No matter what these things are, we don't have time to play with them."
Thick black smoke with sparks billowed out of the chimney of the Narwhal. Its speed soared instantly, and the sea breeze made Charles' sleeves sway slightly.
The fins seemed to want to keep up, but their speed was obviously not as fast as the Narwhal, and the steel hull hit them hard.
The huge piercing sound of fingernails rubbing against the blackboard came from underwater, making everyone on the boat subconsciously cover their ears.
The scene of flesh and blood being crushed by steel did not appear. Instead, the Narwhal trembled violently.
Although the process was a bit tortuous, Charles still achieved his goal and the narwhal finally broke through the encirclement of those fins.
"How can a fish fin be so hard? What the hell is in the water?!"
Charles quickly rushed to the stern and looked towards the fin that he was chasing. When he saw some silver iron sheets hanging on the fin, he had a horrifying guess in his mind.
At the same time, the fish fin that was rotating around another exploration ship in the distance rose up. As this change happened, the huge dark body under the fin was exposed in front of Charles.
Pure black flesh covered with barnacles connects rows of fins, and as the flesh shakes, the fins move back and forth in unison.
Charles reacted instantly. Those were not fish fins, but the teeth of some sea monster!
The waves were knocked away by the big mouth, and a ferocious giant mouth that was bigger than an exploration ship appeared in front of Charles.
"Damn it! They tried to swallow that ship!"
Charles quickly rushed back to the cockpit and steered the Narwhal towards the ship.
"Lily, prepare the shells! Hit the thing in the water as hard as you can!"
"Yeah, I get it! I'm awesome!"
As the mouse quickly controlled the deck gun and began to exert its power, various shells flew rapidly towards the ferocious big mouth that had risen in the distance.
The ferocious big mouth was hit by a shell, and black and purple blood quickly spread in the sea.
Facing the food in its mouth, the big mouth seemed unwilling to give up and desperately dragged it into the water. However, Lily's shells left it with no chance to give up.
The violent explosion continued to tear Big Mouth's flesh and blood. Soon, Big Mouth, which was torn into a torn sack, fell powerlessly on the water.
Charles blew the whistle, intending to let the ships that had escaped from the distress follow him to rescue the other ships. The orange-looking exploration ship responded quickly.
Charles took this exploration ship and began to rescue other captains, and more and more ships appeared beside him.
Of course, not every ship needs to be rescued by Charles. Those who dare to explore the islands are all capable.
Several exploration ships somehow managed to kill the big mouth, including Feuerbach's Wave Razor.
In the end, a total of seventeen ships successfully escaped, left the sea that was dyed black and purple by blood, and continued to move forward.
All the crew members on the ship cheered and were happy that they had overcome this difficult time.
The crew members were happy, but the captains were thinking more. They didn't expect to encounter such big trouble before reaching the destination.
Although no ship sank, some unlucky ships were severely damaged by the big mouth, and a lot of cargo fell into the water.
Charles looked at the ship in the distance. After thinking for a while, he turned to the vampire sailor beside him and said, "Ordrick, go inform the captains of other ships and ask them to gather with my captain. I need to know their losses."
The vampire sailor at the side nodded, spread out his cloak, kicked the edge of the boat with his feet, turned into a bat and flew out.
One exploration ship after another came closer, and captains of different appearances walked into Charles's captain's room.
As they sat down on the stools that had been prepared long ago, the entire captain's room seemed a little crowded.
Charles was not doing this for no reason. The amount of supplies other people have at sea also affects him.
The moral bottom line of those who eat at sea is not very high.
In such a difficult situation at sea, when there is no food or fuel on the ship, in order to return to the port alive, attacking the companions next to you is almost an inevitable option.
This was the case for their companions, not to mention their makeshift fleet.
"Let's start with you, kid. How's your fresh water and fuel loss?" Charles, holding a notebook, pointed with the tip of his pen at the captain who was the tallest and most ferocious-looking.
"Charles, be polite, I'm twice your age."
(End of this chapter)