"Captain... that... painting... comes... to life..."
Bandage's words made Charles' scalp tingle. Almost subconsciously, he crumpled the drawing paper in his hand into a ball and threw it towards the porthole next to him.
With a "click", the glass of the porthole was shattered by Charles' bullet, and the piece of drawing paper flew out of the window along with the glass.
At the moment the paper ball flew out, Charles could even see a wriggling black tentacle extending out from the paper ball.
"Man, hurry up! Get out of here!" Charles shouted loudly around.
With a low humming sound, the Narwhal quickly moved away from its previous position.
"Why did you throw it away? It was about to come out. It would be rude of you to interrupt it like this." Tuba said with regret as he lay on the round porthole.
Bandage stood up and pulled him back, stopping him from looking.
"That was clearly something I drew in less than a minute, how could it move?" Charles, with a gloomy face, found it difficult to understand what had just happened.
After this incident, Charles suddenly understood a problem, that is, why there is no record of things in the water in the library of any island.
Logically speaking, in order to avoid making the same mistakes in the same danger, humans should write down the enemies they encounter and make them into illustrated guides to warn future generations.
Before, he thought that the humans in Earthsea were somewhat taboo about underwater things, but now he understood that the mysteries of things in the water were beyond human imagination, and simple records could cause fatal troubles.
"Don't see, don't hear, don't say." Charles added in his mind, "Don't remember."
Charles did not sleep well that night. Every time he felt sleepy, he would be awakened by a sudden heartbeat. In a trance, he always felt that something was looking at him outside the porthole, but the watchful mouse next to him did not react at all.
Finally, Charles got the doctor's medicine and fell into a deep sleep. But even so, his spirit was still very bad.
The next morning, Charles decided to continue his exploration. He had a bad feeling about this place. The longer he stayed there, the more dangerous it would be. He had to make quick decisions.
There are two purposes for coming here. The first is to find the surface exit information, and the second is to find 319 and take out the data that Aaron has placed in his head.
There seems to be no clue about the first target at the moment, but there is a high probability of finding the second one.
Tuba has already determined the current location of 319, and all he has to do is go down and find it.
With 319, we can get those data out of our brain, so we can know what experiments the foundation did before, and also know how they disappeared.
Perhaps we can find some clues about the surface and its current conditions from this information.
Charles, with a slightly sick look on his face, walked along the deserted corridor towards the deck.
Just as he was about to reach the wall separating him from the deck, he heard faint crying sounds coming from outside.
"Something in the water is coming up?" Charles instantly took out the flesh revolver.
"Creaky~" the hatch opened, and Charles put down the weapon he had raised. The crying sound came from a figure squatting at the bow. The unique green hair allowed Charles to easily identify his identity.
"What's wrong?" Charles walked over and asked.
The figure slowly turned around. It was his new second mate, Feuerbach. His face was covered with snot and tears, which was enough to show how sad he was.
He cried so sadly, but his hands were not idle. He was peeling barnacles off the back of a struggling turtle.
Charles quickly reviewed it in his mind and found that there was no crew member named Kevin on his ship. "Kevin? Are you talking about the shark that disappeared?"
Feuerbach, with red eyes from crying, nodded vigorously, "Captain, do you know? This is the shark that has followed me the longest, and in the end, it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into tears again in great sorrow.
Charles was very surprised. This guy seemed to care about nothing all day long, but he actually had such deep feelings for his shark.
Feuerbach, choking with sobs, didn't care whether Charles was willing to listen or not, and kept telling Charles every detail about the shark named Kevin.
He told how it protected itself in the deep sea, how it lay in his arms and acted like a spoiled child, and how he used a small brush to clean Kevin's stomach and picked its teeth with its sharp teeth.
"Okay, okay." Charles interrupted him. He also understood what Feuerbach meant. This guy didn't want the shark to take any more risks.
"Get your shark ready. This is non-negotiable."
Feuerbach was stunned. "Captain, you still want to let my shark take risks after all this?!"
Charles was too lazy to look at him and turned around to prepare various tools for going into the sea. He was the one who wanted to follow here in the first place, and now that he was here, he had to be prepared to die.
Although Feuerbach was very resistant, the captain ordered that the decision must be made.
Moody, he quickly got the sharks ready, and while holding them he complained quietly about Charles's cruelty.
The doctor handed over the round black herb and said, "You have already taken this medicine once. In addition, your wounds have not healed yet. I advise you not to stay down there for too long."
"I'll come up as soon as I can, just to get one thing this time."
"And remember to stop when you're ascending to avoid getting decompression sickness."
"Got it." Charles, wearing leather clothes, spoke in a hesitant voice.
"Humph, I never believed what you said. I think I should go prepare the treatment potion first." The ship's doctor turned around and walked towards the cabin with a look of disgust.
"Tuba, which door is 319 at?" Charles asked a group of bald old men holding mice.
"Number 7. The last time I saw it, it was at Gate No. 7."
Chewing the astringent herbs in his mouth, Charles walked towards the boat.
After the last incident, the other crew members were obviously very nervous, but the captain was going to the sea, and they could not help much at this time. They could only cheer for their captain in their hearts.
The cold sea water soaked Charles' whole body again. He gave a thumbs up to Lily who was standing on the edge of the boat, and began to dive beneath the sea surface under the guidance of the red shark.
The sea water is still as cold as ever, and darkness is the only color here.
Charles and Feuerbach dived silently downwards.
(End of this chapter)