"Woo~" With a whistle, the Narwhal slowly entered the dock of the gray island.
The ships in the South Seas are obviously different from those in the North Seas. There is a primitive feeling between steel and steam.
Outside the cold steel is a layer of ivory-white fish skeleton.
"Mr. Charles, what are those white things on the boat?" Lily, who was standing on his shoulder, asked curiously.
"If I'm not mistaken, those should be the bones of Levy's whale. I heard from Krona that this kind of whale is a specialty of the southern seas."
"Is that so?" Lily looked at the ships coming and going in front of her curiously.
The anchor chain slid quickly, and a faint spark appeared. When the chain stopped, the crew of the Narwhal also got off the ship one after another.
"In order to save time, we will not stop at this island. The chef will lead the kitchen staff to replenish fresh water and food, and the engine group will go to replenish fuel and engine oil. The boatswain will lead the sailors to replace all the ship's ropes with new ones. We will set off as quickly as possible."
"yes!!"
"yes!!"
The crew members standing in a row responded loudly and quickly began to carry out their tasks.
In the crowd, Charles saw that something was wrong with Dipper. He used to be full of energy but now he looked listless.
"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep last night? Cheer up." Charles grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
"Captain, I seemed to dream about my mother." Dipper muttered a little confused.
"Aren't you an orphan? You don't have a mother."
Dipper said with a hint of longing in his voice: "Although I can't see her clearly, the person in the dream makes me feel really warm and comfortable. That should be my mother."
The corners of Charles' eyes twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: "What on earth is this guy talking about? Is he thinking about women?"
"Okay, get to work. I'll listen to you talking in your sleep again when we get on the boat." After Charles fooled Dipper, he turned and walked towards the Explorers Association not far away.
The crew have their own affairs, and the captain naturally has his own affairs.
Charles has been in the North Sea for many years and has never been to the South Sea. If he wants to thoroughly understand this sea area, he must find some local people to ask.
Compared to the empty Coral Island Association before, the association on this island was obviously much more crowded, with seven or eight low tables filling the association hall.
Some captains wearing tricorn hats were gathering in groups of three or five, playing cards or drinking.
The arrival of the new face attracted everyone's attention, and curious glances came from all directions.
Charles pulled his collar with his hand and walked quickly towards the counter.
Facing the uniformed woman, Charles took out his explorer badge. "I need a detailed sea map of this place."
"OK, just a second."
Soon, stacks of nautical charts were placed in front of Charles.
Charles quickly compared them with the nautical charts of the North Sea and found that there were not many differences except for some minor differences.
But Charles did not find the foggy sea that the tall men had mentioned.
The employee of the association sitting in front of Charles pointed out the problem considerately. "Look at the map E. The large red forbidden area is the Sea of Mist. Because the Haik people are relatively xenophobic, and the islands there are occupied by Haik people, the association did not include it."
"So, there is no Explorers' Association on the island there?"
"Yes, before the association was founded, the islands in the Sea of Mist had already been occupied by the Hikers. We sent people to negotiate, but the other side had no intention of cooperating."
"So that's what's going on." Charles was wondering why the so-called Sea of Fog could not be found on the nautical chart of the North Sea. It turned out that the association had not included it at all.
The employee seemed to have seen through Charles' intention, and said softly with his signature smile on his face: "Governor, if you want to know more about the Misty Sea, you may want to find other captains. They know much more about that place than the association has recorded."
Charles turned around and looked at the captains behind him who were dressed differently, then he picked a table and walked over.
"What are you playing?" Charles pretended to be curious and walked over to a card game and sat down.
"Have you never seen fish cards? Boy, it seems you are not from here." The woman with a silver nose ring said after she played a pair of papers with sharks drawn on them.
Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Charles got straight to the point. "Everyone, do you know the location of the Broken Island in the Sea of Mist?"
"Broken Island? Broken Heart Island? Why are you asking this? That place is not suitable for an out-islander like you."
"What? Is that place dangerous?" Charles asked back.
The woman with the nose ring said while playing cards: "Whether it is dangerous or not depends on what you are going there for. The trade share with the Haike tribe has been divided up. If you are going there for fun, then of course it is not dangerous. But if you are going there to steal someone else's job, then it is very dangerous."
At this moment, Elizabeth's extremely excited expression appeared in his mind. He thought for a moment and then said, "The Hik tribe you are talking about, are they those three-meter-tall people? Is it dangerous to come into contact with them?"
Hearing Charles' question, the people at the poker table looked at each other. "What kind of danger could they be in?"
Charles was puzzled. Why were these people's words different from Elizabeth's? Who was telling the truth
However, Charles casually put this question behind him. His purpose of coming here was not to understand those tall people. Even if they liked to interbreed with the natives, it had nothing to do with him.
"I need a chart of the Sea of Misty Sea. Name your price."
As soon as Charles said this, he immediately felt the burning target all around him. No one doesn't like the echo.
A fat man with a long beard who was sitting in front of Charles stood up first. "I have the map, and I've been to that place. If—"
Just as he was about to continue speaking, he saw the strange mark on Charles' neck from his superior position, and his smiling face suddenly turned cold.
As he quickly whispered to the person next to him, Charles could soon feel the hostility and vigilant gazes coming from all around.
"Please leave here. The servants of the Giant Bird of Suffering refuse to talk to those who believe in the god Futan." The woman with the nose ring, who had been so friendly just now, said coldly.
Giant bird of suffering? What kind of faith is this? ? Do they have a grudge against the Futan Cult
After Charles thought about it for a while, he explained, "Maybe you misunderstood. I am not a member of the Futan religion."
But in the face of Charles' explanation, these people didn't seem to be willing to listen.
It wasn't just this table. The news spread faster than Charles had imagined, and soon everyone in the hall looked over.
(End of this chapter)