"Deep Diver? Eternal life?" Charles looked at his companion in front of him with extremely unfamiliar eyes. He couldn't accept this change for a while.
Not only was his companion the one who caused the Narwhal to lose its course, but he was also not a human being.
The sharp fangs like long needles pushed out the teeth in Dipper's mouth, and the white teeth with blood streaks fell to the ground like corn kernels.
Dipper took off his gloves, and a pair of webbed hands with fish scales appeared in front of Charles. His appearance became more and more like the monsters around him.
"Captain, come here, look over here." Dipper, who was standing on the edge of the boat, waved his hands with joy.
At this time, the deep divers around had climbed onto the edge of the boat. They stood silently around, like disgusting green sculptures, so disgusting that the fishy smell filled the air.
Looking at the path ahead that the deep divers had made way for, Charles took a deep breath and walked towards him.
"Captain, look down." Dipper said, pulling out a mirror box from his arms and throwing it into the water.
The soft sunlight illuminated everything underwater like a small sun. Then, a spectacular scene appeared in front of Charles.
At the bottom of the Narwhal is an extremely large underwater city.
The buildings in the city are all made of green stones that are too big to be from the earth. The entire city is covered with dizzyingly tall stone carvings, magnificent stone statues and gorgeous reliefs. Against the backdrop of these things, the entire city exudes a strong smell of uncleanness.
"Captain, come and join us. We are a noble race blessed by the god Futan. We are not alone. We can live in this beautiful city until the moment when the god Futan wakes up, and—"
Dipper stopped talking midway, not because he didn't want to say it, but because Charles had already pulled out his revolver and pointed it at him.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" The fins behind the surrounding divers began to tremble, and their bulging eyes stared at Charles with such momentum that it seemed as if they were about to pounce on him in the next second.
"Are you Dipper?" Charles asked firmly.
"Yes, I am Dipper, the little beggar you picked up on the street." Facing the threat of life and death, Dipper seemed very calm.
"Okay then." Charles nodded. "Tell your people to leave and mark the current sea area. I don't want to join your people, and others don't want to join you either."
Charles would never turn into this kind of half-human, half-fish monster. If he did, even if he really found the exit, he probably wouldn't be able to get out.
What's more, what Dipper said was just his one-sided statement. Seeing his strange appearance now, Charles no longer believed him.
"Captain, but if you don't perform the ritual, you really won't have many years to live."
"It doesn't matter. I don't care how many years I can live. If you are still really Dipper, let them go now."
Looking at Charles in front of him, Dipper shook his head firmly but slowly, "No, I can't let you leave. You must accept the ceremony. I can't let you die. The high priest is on the way."
Dipper opened his fang-filled mouth and let out a few hoarse roars.
The deep divers nearby came over and surrounded Charles, and the fishy smell around him became stronger and stronger.
Charles suddenly took a step forward, the revolver in his hand already against Dipper's neck. "Get your people out!"
"Captain, I'm not afraid of being killed by you. I owe you a life and I just want you to live." Dipper's voice was sincere.
Charles frowned as he looked at the monster in front of him. "No, you are not Dipper. Dipper is definitely not this kind of person."
He already knew Dipper's character very well, and he would never do such an extreme thing.
"Captain, no matter what my personality is, I have always been thinking about you. Let's go quickly. The high priest has arrived."
Dipper stretched out his webbed hands, grabbed Charles' sleeve and was about to step over the edge of the boat.
"Snap!" Charles stepped on the belly of the deep diver on his right with his left foot and tried to jump into the air.
The monsters around him pushed their frog-like feet hard and rushed towards Charles quickly. For a moment, Charles was surrounded by the deep divers and could not move.
Just when Charles was being held by seven or eight arms and couldn't move at all, he raised his head and shouted loudly: "Narwhal!! Maximum turbine!!"
As the chimney suddenly belched out black smoke with sparks, the Narwhal began to move. Because the anchor had already sunk into the sea, it did not set sail, but instead began to spin rapidly around the anchor winch.
At this time, the entire ship almost turned into a huge gyroscope, and most of the things on the deck were thrown out.
But the crew were tied firmly to the deck by the twisted ropes, avoiding the fate of being thrown out.
Looking at the dark and gloomy scene in front of him, Charles shouted to his crew: "Break the anchor! Break the anchor chain!!"
Linda next to her took a deep breath and spit hard in the direction of the anchor winch. Green acid sprayed onto the anchor winch, emitting pungent white smoke accompanied by a corrosion sound.
Linda's gastric juice corroded the anchor chain quickly, and with a clang, the anchor chain broke.
Due to inertia, the entire ship was thrown out and hit heavily on a huge black pillar next to it. The Narwhal made a creaking sound of metal folding, like her cry.
"Man!! Hold on! We're counting on you." An anxious Charles pumped up his boat.
Dark green fish heads appeared on the water surface around the Narwhal, drifting with the waves. This scene made people feel very uneasy.
After a few brief seconds, the Narwhal began to move with its propellers turning.
But at this moment, an octopus tentacle with a diameter of two meters hit the deck with a bang along with sea water.
This was just the beginning. Seven or eight wriggling octopus tentacles stretched out from underwater and tied the Narwhal tightly.
The entire Narwhal was tossed about by the tentacles and was on the verge of collapse, as if it could capsize at any time.
Charles turned around and shouted to the crew behind him: "Get the explosives! Blow up these tentacles! Hurry up!!"
But the enemy obviously would not let Charles have his way. "Hiss, hiss, hiss~" accompanied by the sound of a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, the deep divers climbed up along the octopus.
"Pah, pah, pah!" Charles took out his revolver and fired at their heads.
The other crew members also began to fight back, and the entire ship quickly turned into a noisy battlefield.
(End of this chapter)