The camera made a "click" sound, and Linda lifted the black cloth covering herself and the camera, and gave the photo to Charles who was waiting beside her.
Pictures that have not been processed in the darkroom are all white and nothing to look at.
Charles turned the photo over, took out a ruler and a pen, and drew an accurate nautical chart on it with the coral island as the anchor point.
On the table beside him there was a small stack of photographs, each with the same chart drawn on the back.
As long as the people of the Church of Light can obtain any one of them, they will be able to find this island of hope shrouded in sunshine.
These things can be done by others, but he trusts himself more than other hands.
"Captain, the film is running out." Linda said calmly.
"Wait." Charles took out the sunglasses next to him, removed the two lenses of the sunglasses, and stacked them crosswise on the lens.
"Photograph the gap at the top and use up all the remaining film."
Charles just didn't believe it. With such solid evidence in front of them, those believers of the Church of Illuminati could still play dumb.
This was the solution Charles came up with, using solid evidence to tell the believers of the Church of Light that the land of light they had longed for was right here, and if they wanted to see their great God of Light, they should come quickly.
If there is any organization in Earthsea that is more eager to find the Land of Light than Charles, it must be the Church of Light, which worships the sun as a god.
The power of the Church of Light in the Earth Sea is astonishingly great, as long as they come here.
Not to mention airplanes, as long as we can return to the land of light, even using the power of all the earth and sea to build a tower to the sky is no problem at all.
That would be much faster than Charles fighting alone.
And as long as the followers of the Church of Light arrive here, the threat of pirates in Sodom will naturally be resolved. In the case of a head-on comparison, pirates cannot defeat fanatics. Moreover, the followers of the Church of Light in Earthsea are much more numerous than the pirates in Sodom.
After quickly drawing the nautical chart on the photos, Charles carefully stacked the photos and handed them to the captain who was waiting next to him with a gloomy expression.
"Monzi, take these. I don't know how you will deliver them, but these things concern the lives of all of us. Tell your father to hand these photos over to those lunatics in the Cathedral of Light and tell them that Kede is here and he has found the legendary Land of Light. These photos are the evidence."
The captain named Monzi took the photos carefully. However, he did not turn around and leave. Instead, he looked up at Charles and said, "300 nautical miles is far. The fuel on my ship is not enough to get there. If the thirteen ships pool their remaining fuel, I should be able to reach it."
"You can't go alone. Your ship needs to be escorted. It must be safe."
“What if there is no fuel?”
Charles's eyes went straight to the lush green forest in the distance under the sun. "How could there be nothing? Aren't there all fuels over there?"
Meng Qi and Linda looked at each other and said, "But except for you, we can't get through that place now."
"There are many ways to block sunlight, but can a living person be suffocated to death by urine? There is no good way, and no stupid way?"
Soon, all the wooden boats used to land on the island were lowered from the thirteen exploration ships and rowed towards the shore.
When they approached the edge of the sunlight, all the crew members turned the wooden boats over, turned the bottoms up, and walked towards the shore with the wooden boats. On the bright sand, land submarines with legs appeared.
When they reached the shore, Charles had already built a simple thatched hut.
Using the wood, palm leaves and banana leaves brought by Charles, the crew's huts became larger and larger.
Soon, a large shadow area covered by leaves appeared on the ground of Hope Island and expanded rapidly.
After the activity area was built, the crew began to work, using the "land submarine" to quickly cut down the hard trees one by one.
Simply pulling wet wood onto the ship as fuel is too inefficient. The wood must be turned into charcoal before being transported onto the ship.
Turning wood into charcoal is a very simple matter. First, dig a hole in the ground, arrange the cut wood, and place some hay on top.
After stacking up layers of wood and grass, seal the top with wet mud and ignite the hay inside at the hole at the bottom. White smoke will continuously come out of the vent above.
In this incomplete combustion condition, the wood quickly carbonizes and turns into an excellent fuel.
Under the thatched hut, charcoal kilns of all sizes were burning. After just a day or two, the beautiful woods on the island were devastated by Charles, and the beautiful and peaceful woods were all turned into bare wooden piles.
Environmental protection is certainly not within Charles' consideration. He now only wants to know how to make more fuel.
On the third day, when the charcoal in the first batch of charcoal kiln had completely cooled down, Charles took the completely carbonized wood out of the hardened mud.
After breaking it with force, I found that the charcoal was completely burnt inside, with clear texture and bright color.
Even though Charles didn't know much about this, he could see that the carbon was good.
"Throw it into the turbine and let it burn." Charles handed the charcoal in his hand to James next to him.
The big man nodded, filled the bag with charcoal, turned around and walked towards the shore.
The hut now extended into the sea, and one could walk directly from the island back into the darkness.
Charles continued to check other carbon kilns. Just as he was checking the third carbon kiln, he saw a guy rushing out of the hut in the distance, picking up something from the bushes, and then quickly running back.
That was his boatswain. Charles came over and slapped him on the back of the head. "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Only then did Charles see that he was holding a rusty machine in his hand, which looked like something left behind by the foundation.
Dipper smiled nonchalantly. "Captain, it's okay. I and the others have tested it out over the past few days. People won't die if they stay under this light for a while."
Charles always felt that his boatswain was sometimes a little stupid. What was the point of trying such a thing? Just one mistake would result in his death.
After repeatedly warning him not to do so, Charles walked to the left side of the hut. Twelve captains were walking towards this side, as if they wanted to talk to him about something.
It was always the enthusiastic Feuerbach who spoke first. "Captain Charles, my men saw fresh water over there."
"So what?" The trees are growing well, and of course there is fresh water, not to mention that the Foundation still has ruins here.
The other captains all showed eager expressions on their faces. "Can we discuss the occupation of this island?"
(End of this chapter)