Seeing that the first mate understood what he meant, Charles lay on the ground gasping for breath. At this moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood with pink bubbles.
"Mr. Charles, what happened? Are you okay?" Worried Lily ran over first and asked cautiously.
"Move away, everyone. This guy swam too fast and got decompression sickness again. Can't you stop for a while halfway? He got it once and he got it again. Hey, you guys, carry him to the medical room." The doctor holding the wine jug ordered the sailors watching the show nearby.
Charles, carried by the sailors, slowly moved into the cabin. When Charles found that there were no tentacles extending from the dark sea, he finally felt relieved.
It was five hours later when Charles finished the treatment.
He lay on the hospital bed with his face regaining some color, thinking about what he had just seen in the water. Although the thing was not big, Charles seemed to feel that it possessed some kind of "divinity."
The extreme fear that surged from the depths of his heart and almost swallowed his soul completely was definitely not something an ordinary aquatic monster could possess.
Charles estimated that if he stared at that eyeball any longer, he would collapse on the spot.
"How is it? Did you find what you wanted in the sea?" The doctor sat down on the stool next to him and took the wine jug that Linda handed over.
Charles shook his head. "No, but I found a map of the underwater island. I need to carefully identify it and then go into the sea to search again. The success rate will be much higher."
"What? You still want to go down? Aren't you afraid of encountering something else?" Linda and the doctor were very surprised by Charles' decision.
Charles showed a hint of hesitation, but he finally nodded. "Well, I have to go down. There is definitely something in there."
He had already gone to sea once, and this time he could avoid the previous mistakes.
And although the last time we went into the sea, there were many dangers, but no one was injured, and it was not a desperate situation with no chance of survival.
"Okay, you're the captain, I'll listen to you. I'll prepare some herbs for you to use in the water. Don't get decompression sickness again this time. If you do, I'd better throw your lungs away."
The doctor struggled to sit up but couldn't do it for a long time. Finally, Linda next to him helped him up.
"Do I need your support? I'm not old yet!" The doctor shook off Ling Da's hand and limped towards another room.
Glancing at the doctor's back, Charles looked at the believer of the Church of Light in front of him and asked, "Why are you here?"
"The doctor asked me to learn treatment from him. He was dying and was afraid he would die. There was no ship's doctor on the ship." Linda replied calmly.
Listening to the doctor's cursing voice in another room, Charles felt a little gloomy, fearing that another crew member would soon leave the Narwhal.
He immediately put away this unnecessary pity. He didn't need it, and neither did the doctor. He had more important things to do now.
The black ink of the fountain pen drew quick straight lines on the paper of the journal.
Charles copied the map of the sunken island according to his memory. After various practices, his map-drawing skills had become very advanced.
The chimney of the Narwhal stopped emitting black smoke again. The first mate came to the medical room with bandages and started drawing with his captain.
"We've already passed that place. You drive the boat another five nautical miles towards 1 o'clock. We should be above the project laboratory. It should be easier to dive directly from above." Charles said to Bandage, who nodded silently.
It turned out that Charles was calculating where the Narwhal was currently located above the island so that he could dive more easily.
Charles turned around and found Tuba holding a large group of colorful mice. He had changed into clean clothes and shaved all the hair on his head, looking particularly energetic.
He saw Charles looking at him, and he grabbed a mouse and rubbed it on his smooth head, as if he was embarrassed. "Little Lily said that if I didn't wash it clean, she wouldn't let her friends play with me, so I washed it clean."
"I didn't ask you that. What do you mean by what you just said?" Charles keenly noticed the abnormality in Tuba's words just now.
"Watch me, I'll help you draw." Tuba snatched Charles' pen and started scribbling on the diary.
"The place you drew has been changed a long time ago. They even held a lot of morning meetings to change the location. In fact, the 319 you want is placed here. You walk from here, then from here, and then go in from here to get there."
Looking at the unrecognizable map, Charles looked at Tuba in surprise, "How did you know I was looking for 319? And how did you know the location of 319?"
"Aren't you looking for 319? Of course I know you're looking for 319, and I've lived here for a long time. 319 and I are good friends."
"Good friend? 319 is alive?!" Charles' voice suddenly rose.
"No, it's a printer, but who says people can't be friends with things?" Tuba said with a very natural expression.
Hearing these crazy words, Charles' mouth twitched, "Sorry, you speak so normally, I almost forgot you are a lunatic."
Tuba laughed, as if Charles was praising him.
But his expression suddenly changed, and he whispered to Charles in his ear, "Remember not to go to Gate 3 when you go down. There seems to be something incredible locked inside."
Charles' heart tightened, "Are there many dangerous relics on the main island?"
Tuba tilted his head and thought. "Well... it's not dangerous. The relics in that place can't move or talk, but if you play with them, a lot of bad things will happen, such as someone else's head growing on your body."
"Oh, by the way, when you go downstairs later, remember to help me find 372 at door 15. It and 246 owed me money when we played Texas Hold'em last time."
Charles looked at Tuba in front of him thoughtfully. This madman seemed to know a lot about the main island of the foundation. Perhaps he could get more clues from him.
He snatched the pen from Tuba's hand and started drawing quickly. Soon, Charles drew the indescribable thing that had been drilled into the skeleton.
"Do you remember this thing? Is it a relic from the main island? What are its weaknesses?"
Looking at the tentacle eyeball on the paper, Tuba showed a trace of doubt on his face. "It seems a little familiar. I think I have seen it somewhere."
Bandage on the side watched the two people asking and answering each other with an expressionless face.
But when his eyes swept over Charles's painting, his whole body was shocked. "The Captain... is... alive..."
(End of this chapter)