Time Travel 9 years 4 months 2
Today is the twenty-ninth day at sea. We are getting closer and closer to the supply island. Apart from the shark fin incident, no major crisis has been discovered.
As the journey got closer, I unexpectedly suffered from insomnia. The doctor's medicine allowed me to lie down, but it couldn't solve the dream problem.
That dream was not an ordinary nightmare, it was a beautiful dream. I dreamed that I returned to the surface, back to that bright place again, I found my family, they hugged me ecstatically, they all thought I was dead a long time ago.
I lay on the sofa, eating various fruits on the surface of the earth, and told them all kinds of strange stories about the Earthsea.
Anna was beside me, and Elizabeth was also there, and they came out with me,
"Knock, knock, knock" there was a knock on the door of the captain's room.
"whats the matter?"
"I... found... something... you... come out and take a look..." Bandage's slow voice came from outside.
Charles did not go out immediately, but wrote quickly with the pen in his hand.
"My first mate seems to have something to ask me. I hope it's a good thing."
After finishing the diary, Charles walked over and opened the door.
"Let's talk as we walk. What did you find? Is there any danger?" Charles pulled him towards the deck.
"A... ship... a very strange ship..."
Charles came to the deck and saw the ship in Bandage's mouth, a dilapidated small iron ship in front of the Narwhal, drifting towards this side with the current.
The lack of gun muzzles on the front and rear decks proves that this is not an exploration ship or a warship.
Charles' excellent eyesight vaguely saw the fishing net on the deck. "Who is so brave as to fish in an unexplored area?"
Generally speaking, fishing boats in the underground seas only operate in safe waters that have been explored several times. They are absolutely not allowed to cast nets in unexplored areas, otherwise it would be hard to tell who would be catching whom.
"Captain, why don't we just ignore it and go away. What if it's a ghost ship?" The second mate came over and reminded.
"Not necessarily. This distance is already considered offshore of the supply island. This ship could be a fishing boat from that island. Odrick, fly over and take a look."
If this ship was the one heading to the supply island, perhaps we could get some information about the supply island from it, and we wouldn't have to rush over blindly like this.
The vampire turned into a bat and flew towards the ship. It circled quickly around the ship and then came back.
"Captain, there is a living person on that ship."
"Alive? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm very sure. I'm a vampire and I will never make a mistake when it comes to my food."
"Bring the ship closer to take a look, and notify other exploration ships to be on alert."
Soon the Narwhal arrived next to the small fishing boat. The messy fishing nets and ropes were piled on the deck, and there was a thick layer of iron filings on the anchor machine, proving that the boat had not been taken care of by the sailors for a long time.
But from the appearance, this is indeed just an ordinary fishing boat. There is no telling how many boats like this come in and out of the Coral Island Pier every day.
"Where are the living people you mentioned?"
"Inside the cabin, I just used sonic detection to find out that he was secretly watching me from behind the door."
Charles led the crew straight towards the cabin door.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out instantly, and the man fell to the ground.
Dipper and his sailors rushed forward and caught the guy, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who was slovenly, thin-faced and had a gaunt appearance.
"Don't kill me! I didn't kill them! It was other slaves who did it!! It's none of my business!!"
Facing the flashlight, he covered his eyes with his hands and tried his best to deny it.
"Speak clearly, who are you?"
Hearing the low voice, Kevin Carr slowly put down his hands. When he saw the attire of the people in front of him, his whole body trembled slightly. Tears flowed out uncontrollably, and a low cry like an echo in a valley came out from his chest.
"Woo woo woo~ You're not pirates!! You're not pirates there, I can go home!! I can go home."
"Don't cry yet. Who are you? Where did this ship come from?"
Hearing the question from the young man with strange black pupils in front of him, Kevin stood still quickly with a sniffle. He was extremely nervous and spoke incoherently: "You can definitely take me home, right? I used to be a very wealthy jeweler. I have a big house. As long as you take me home, the house will be yours."
"Answer my question first. What is your role on this ship? Where did this ship come from?"
Recalling his experience on the ship, Kevin couldn't help but feel sad. He tried to hold back his grief and began to speak.
"I am a slave on this fishing boat. The pirates beat me every day. I work 18 hours a day or 40 hours in a row without a break. I am really tired, so tired."
Listening to the irrelevant statement of the guy in front of him, Dipper next to him was about to rush over to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Charles. "Let him talk."
In the dim room, everyone listened to a slave telling his miserable story.
"You know what? The cables in the sea absorb salt water and swell slightly to the thickness of a wrist. They are often hundreds of meters long. To prevent the cables from getting tangled, we have to manually wind these hundreds or even thousands of meters of cables neatly onto the winch and push the winch by hand to pull the fish up."
"Many people were so tired that they were dizzy and accidentally dragged into the sea by the cables. Then they disappeared."
"It's tiring and dangerous, but they slap me every day as a joke and kick me whenever they have nothing to do. They kick me on the ground. They specifically kick my head, which makes the voices in my head louder. They don't treat us as human beings, they treat us as animals!"
"Later, a group of slaves couldn't stand it anymore and started to revolt, but the pirates had guns and weapons, and we only had squid knives to cut squids. Many people died, really many people died. They all died, and I was the only one left."
As he spoke, Kevin started crying again. He looked so helpless as he crawled on the ground.
"Are they pirates from Sodom?" Charles asked with a frown.
134 was tortured by the Foundation in the past, and now she starts to torture others. When will this cycle end
Kevin nodded vigorously. "Yes, that's right. They send the slaves that can't be sold to Tianshui Island and let us catch fish. Captain, you can definitely send me home, right?"
"Where do you live? As long as you tell me all the information you know, I can take you back."
"No problem, just ask me and I will explain it to you. My home is in Yingdao."
I want to make it clear here that Kevin is not my fiction. There are many slaves like him in the sea today, fishing and crabbing day and night. They are slaves in modern society. Some boats even have slaves for decades. Reality is always more exaggerated than fiction.
(End of this chapter)