"Click", "Click", "Click", the sounds of bullets being loaded continued to ring out, and the crew of the Narwhal gathered together with nervous expressions.
The atmosphere on the ship began to become tense. Those who have made a living at sea certainly know the meaning of the modification of the compass. On the sea where there is no starry sky, the compass is the only prop to confirm the ship's position.
If this thing has been tampered with, then any data they currently record is wrong and they are lost.
The only thing more terrifying than anything in the water at sea is being lost, which means the entire ship becomes an iron coffin.
"Dipper Bandage, James, Linda, Audric..." Charles, with a serious expression, took the diary and quickly compared the crew members according to the records on it.
The number of his crew members was neither more nor less, and after reporting their duties to each other, there was no impostor among the crew members.
Led by the captain, everyone began to search for the enemy along the aisles of the Narwhal and from door to door.
The entire ship, the Narwhal, sailing on the sea, was like a closed space. Unless that guy committed suicide by jumping into the sea, he could not escape anywhere.
The crew searched through all the boxes and cabinets, not even leaving out the most remote corners.
But after searching all the rooms, Charles and his team did not find anything unusual.
Charles felt very confused. The compass had been tampered with, but there was no one on the ship. Could this guy really be invisible
Charles walked to the empty deck, looked up and asked loudly: "Hey, have you seen anyone climbing out of the sea and then jumping back into the sea recently?"
If the other party has the intention to avoid the crew, then the Narwhal, as a living steamship, will definitely not be on guard. Maybe it knows something.
A rope twisted like a snake, standing upright and swaying left and right in front of Charles, indicating that he didn't know.
At this time, Lily ran out with a large group of mice. It turned white again and looked up at Charles. "Mr. Charles, my friend has searched all the places where mice can get in, but he can't find anything wrong."
Seeing this, Charles' heart sank. Even the Narwhal and Lily didn't notice anything unusual. How did it do this? This was really puzzling.
The situation was at a stalemate for a while. If they couldn't find that person, they couldn't confirm their current location. If they couldn't confirm their current location, the Narwhal would really be trapped at sea forever.
All the crew members held their breath and looked at the captain. This situation was a test of the captain's experience. Any word from the captain could lead everyone into the abyss.
Charles stroked his chin and hesitated for a while. After considering his words, he said, "Everyone who has touched the steering wheel since coming to the Misty Sea, please stand up."
Dipper, Bandage, and a familiar-looking sailor stepped forward.
Charles asked them, "Recall, when in your memory was the compass useful?"
The compass is used frequently during navigation, and the magnet in the compass should not have been there for too long, otherwise the crew would definitely have noticed it.
"Me." Dipper said with an unpleasant look on his face, "I was on the morning shift three days ago. I turned a 20-degree angle at that time. I remember it very clearly. At that time, the compass was useful."
He did a quick calculation on the board beside him with a pencil, then poked the tip of his pen hard at a point on the Narwhal's previous route.
"This is where the Narwhal was three days ago. There have been no waves on the sea these days, so our error should not be too far. As long as we retreat to this position, we may be able to find our way back."
Although if this is really done, the plan to clear the curse of God will have to be temporarily shelved, but these are small matters as long as we can get through this crisis.
"Captain... what should we do with the guy... who changed... the compass? He... might... still be on the ship..." Bandage asked slowly.
"This is easy to deal with. No matter if it can turn invisible or something else, we should send people to watch the kitchen, water tank, fuel depot and other places around the clock. Now that he has revealed his tracks, it will be much easier to guard against him. Besides, we also have Lily's rats. Unless he hides all the time, we will definitely catch him as long as he comes out."
With the plan made by the captain, the crew acted quickly. No matter what the method was, it was better to have a method than not. The Narwhal turned around and started to sail in the opposite direction according to the agreed plan.
At this time, Lily's mice came in handy. They were scattered everywhere, like cameras throughout the ship. As long as there was any abnormality on the ship, they would scream loudly to alert the police.
As time went by, the panic on the ship subsided and the Narwhal returned to peace.
On the inky black sea, the Narwhal was sailing on its own voyage.
Three days later, Charles nervously looked at the sea outside the glass window. Normally, the Narwhal should have returned to its previous position, but without a reference, he didn't know whether it had arrived or not.
At this moment, he secretly remembered in his heart that if he encountered a relic that could be located at sea in the future, he must take it down. The feeling of being completely helpless once he lost the coordinates at sea was really uncomfortable.
Dipper, wearing gloves on his hands and a funny bowler hat on his head, came in with a tin cup.
As he spoke, white steam came out of his mouth. "Captain, the weather is getting colder. I asked the cook to make you some hot apple soup."
Charles gave the steering wheel to his boatswain, who took the cup, sat on the stool, put his mouth to the edge of the cup and took a sip.
The thick soup with the fruity aroma of apple went down his esophagus, making his cold body feel much more comfortable.
While drinking the soup, Charles thought about everything that had happened recently.
Being able to think of using a magnet to affect the magnetic force of a compass, it was obvious that that thing possessed intelligence. However, there was one thing Charles couldn't figure out: what was the purpose of the other party doing this.
If it wanted to trap the entire Narwhal on the sea, then it would have to be buried along with everyone else.
In the past few days, neither the rats nor the crew have found anything unusual. Could it be that the guy really committed suicide by jumping into the sea?
"Captain, why don't you go back and get some sleep? You haven't had much rest these days." Dipper advised.
(End of this chapter)