Gavin's face suddenly showed joy when he saw the number on the check, but he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, no, it's my honor to serve someone who has the mark of God. I don't need any reward."
Charles didn't try to persuade him, but just stuffed the check into his hand and said, "Use this to heal your wound. I don't like to owe others."
After Charles finished stuffing his mouth, he looked at Gavin in front of him and asked, "How much do you know about the Sea of Mist?"
Gavin quickly explained, "Sir, that place is called the Sea of Mist because of the frequent fog. It is the territory of the Haik tribe. Those tall guys usually don't attack people, but if you really make them angry, these guys are not easy to deal with."
Charles frowned slightly. This guy said the same thing as the captain in the association before.
Since the so-called Sea of Fog is not dangerous, why is Elizabeth so nervous about me coming here
Did she lie to me? But that was impossible. She had no reason to do that.
"Sir, if you need more detailed knowledge, I can help you find the travel notes of the Haik Tribe island in the library."
Charles shook his head and walked out the door. Now that he had the map, it was time for him to go back. The people on this island were full of hostility towards him, and it would be unsafe to stay there any longer.
When Charles arrived at the busy pier again, he was wearing a black gentleman's hat on his head and a gray scarf around his neck.
The change in appearance has reduced the sense of being peeped from all sides.
Charles stopped walking and said without turning his head, "Just tell me what you want to do. I don't have time to take you around."
He had heard the footsteps behind him a long time ago. The believer named Gavin was right behind him.
Gavin, wearing a tattered hood, rushed over quickly. He asked excitedly, "My lord, I don't mean anything else. This is just the first time I've seen a Chosen One who truly possesses the Mark of God. I just want to stay by your side for a while longer, so that God Futan can watch over me."
"Sir, I heard that for those who have this mark, Haize will protect their lives like a mother. Is this true?"
Charles frowned and turned to look at him, "Why are you always entangled with the gods? Isn't God Futan more important than living a good life with your brother?"
Gavin seemed to be extremely frightened. "Sir, how can you say such a thing? The divine scriptures clearly state that the god Futan is omniscient and omnipotent. Faith in the almighty is more important than anything else. Only by listening to the voice of the gods with all your heart can you receive the blessing of the god Futan and gain eternal life."
Charles really couldn't understand how these cults brainwashed people. How could people believe such blind nonsense
"You're hopeless." Without waiting for Gavin to answer, Charles quickly walked towards the ship in the distance. Gavin stood there in a daze, watching Charles leave silently.
In the bright captain's cabin of the Narwhal, Charles spread out the nautical chart in his hand, quickly took the ruler, and began to draw on the chart with the first mate beside him.
Soon, with the joint efforts of the two, a zigzag dotted line appeared on the nautical chart, which would be their next route.
"Our target, Broken Heart Island, is right here. If we catch this ocean current, we can reach Broken Heart Island in as fast as fifteen days. However, we have not been to this area of the sea, so we must be careful not to take a detour."
“Well… are you… in good spirits…?” Bandage’s worry was not without reason. On the way back from his last voyage, Charles had behaved abnormally, which really made some people worried.
"It's okay. I can hold on. I've been on the shore for so long. I'm much better now. I can hold on until I get to the place where the curse is lifted."
Charles said, turning his head to look at Dipper who was dozing off beside him, "Hey, don't sleep."
The depressed expression on Dipper's face suddenly changed, and a completely different Dipper appeared in front of Charles. "Captain, don't worry, he can't hear us. The two of us are busy."
Charles had no interest in asking the name of this personality. He tapped the chart with his hand and said, "Let your sailors weigh anchor and set off."
As the Narwhal sounded a low whistle, she slowly sailed out from the dock and headed towards the darkness in the distance.
With detailed nautical charts, Charles quickly found the ocean highway currents.
Although the people on the ship did not feel any difference due to the lack of reference, measurements showed that the ocean currents did significantly increase the speed of the ship.
The ocean currents seemed to isolate all dangers at sea. Since the ship entered the currents, nothing had happened. It had been too quiet these days.
However, in this environment, an accident happened and Dipu fell ill.
"Doctor, what's wrong with this kid?" Charles looked at Dipper, who was lying on the hospital bed, holding his neck and coughing rapidly, with concern.
In front of various glassware, the doctor carefully adjusted various strange liquids, mixed various medicines, and added various strange things into them from time to time.
Finally, the doctor brought the adjusted liquid to his mouth and drank it directly with his head tilted back.
After pursing his lips and savoring the taste in his mouth, the doctor turned around and said, "It's okay. You won't die. The cause of the disease has not been found yet. The only symptom now is that your body temperature is a little low. I'm prescribing the right medicine."
Looking at Dipper's face which had turned a little gray, Charles always felt that this was not a small problem.
Dipper's coughing slowed down. He looked very weak at this moment. He said in a hoarse voice: "Captain, I dreamed of my mother again. My mother's hug was so warm."
Looking at Dipper in front of him, Charles turned to the doctor and asked, "Is this guy beginning to have auditory and visual hallucinations because of the sounds in the deep sea?"
"Impossible. This kid has been on the island for three years. His mental pollution has been almost completely cleared. You are not dead, so how could he have auditory hallucinations? Go and drive your boat. This kid will never die if he is left here with me."
Charles patted Dipper on the shoulder and walked out of the medical room with a heavy expression.
Now it was bandage helm time, and Charles didn't have to steer the ship, so he turned back to the captain's room and opened his diary.
"Travel through 12 years May 12
I thought the voyage in the South China Sea would be very simple, but now it seems that no place is safe as long as it is on the sea.
My boatswain is sick and even the doctors can't diagnose the cause. I'm very worried about him.
The only thing I can do for this kind of crisis is to leave the Black Blade to him, hoping that he can hold on until he reaches Heartbroken Island. Most crises at sea can be resolved back on shore, and I hope the same goes for Dipper's illness.
(End of this chapter)