After recording what had happened recently, Charles put down the pen in his hand and waited until the notes were dry before closing the diary.
After he took out the revolver that had been kept in the calcified water and put it into the holster on his waist, he began the first patrol of the Narwhal today. This was his job as captain, and he could not stop as long as he was at sea for a day.
The first stop is always the deck. As soon as Charles came out of the cabin, he saw Feuerbach sitting at the bow among the sailors cleaning the deck, using a knife to clean barnacles from a turtle.
"Do you love the creatures of the sea so much?"
The second mate stopped what he was doing and asked in surprise, "Captain, why do you say that?"
Feuerbach chuckled as he saw his captain pointing at the turtle in his hand.
"How can I take care of this thing? I don't even know it. I'm doing this just to enjoy the feeling of peeling off the barnacles that have burrowed into my flesh. Besides, this thing has already bled so much. Once thrown into the sea, the smell of blood will immediately attract predators."
With a "splash", the turtle in his hand was thrown into the dark sea. The next second, two red shadows emerged from the side and instantly tore it into pieces.
Charles chuckled, realizing that he had misunderstood him all along. He patted him on the back and turned to walk into the cabin.
Walking through the cabins one by one, he saw the first mate steering the ship in the cockpit, the cook and his assistant cooking food in the kitchen, the chief engineer and his engineers filling the turbine room with fuel, and the crew members of the Narwhal were all doing their own work.
The waves were a bit big today, but the crew members swayed easily to the rhythm of the boat's rocking, and each of them adapted very well to life on the boat.
After a quick tour, Charles arrived at the crew lounge, which was supposed to be the sailors' accommodation, but now there was a new resident.
At a bed in the farthest corner, the doctor was lying on a table, moving something. Tuba and Lily, who was squatting on his head, were watching with great interest.
Because of the thing that came out of Door No. 3, it swallowed up most of the entire medical room, and it was no longer possible for people to live there. During the return voyage, the ship's doctor had no choice but to stay here.
Charles walked over and saw the doctor looking at the tablet on the table with a serious expression. It was one of the three tablets on the main island.
Seeing him struggling to pick up and put down, Charles walked up to him and said, "Why? You want to get the parts yourself and fix your tablet?"
The doctor didn't even turn his head and continued to look at the tablet in front of him. "I've been touching that thing all my life. I can feel that it must be broken in some way. All I have to do is install it."
"Repairing a person is different from repairing a machine. This thing is very precise. If you are not absolutely sure, I advise you not to do it."
Charles knew that the contents of an ordinary tablet were similar to those of a computer, consisting of a motherboard, memory, CPU, power supply, and the like.
If any part is broken, just take it off and replace it with a new one.
But even though he knew it, Charles definitely couldn't help the doctor fix it.
God knows what’s different about the things inside the foundation. Even if the structure is the same, Charles doesn’t have the technology to do it.
In fact, Charles still felt a little worried about the doctor. Hundreds of years have passed since this thing came into being. Is the data storage device inside it still there
It’s bad. Can this old man withstand such a blow
Charles stood beside the doctor, watching him swinging it quietly, but after hesitating for a long time, the doctor finally did not start to open it.
The old man slapped the table in annoyance, turned around and stretched out his hand to Charles, "Give me your phone, let me take it apart and practice."
"What a joke, absolutely impossible." Charles refused decisively.
"Humph, your thing is useless anyway. You just use it to play with mice all day long. Such an exquisite machine is just a toy in your hands. What a waste."
The doctor turned around and continued to fiddle with the tablet on the table.
"I thought so too, but I couldn't help but want to try it myself before I met him."
Seeing the doctor put the tablet away, Charles asked curiously, "Who is that person?"
"Coach from the British Isles. He is an associate professor at the University of Steam. He also made the device that charges your phone."
Charles grabbed Lily from Tuba's head and ran his hands over her soft hair.
"It's the British Isles again? It turns out that Swan's rapid development is largely due to the contributions of those universities."
"You've been to the British Isles, too? When?"
"Of course I have been there. Don't forget that I drove a cargo ship before I became an exploration captain. The most recent time was about five years ago. I still remember that their customs tax was twice that of other islands."
The doctor pulled his iron hip flask from his dirty white robe.
"Five years ago? Then you'd better go and see it again when you have time. The island is changing all the time, especially after their governor built "Londo". There are many new things on their island recently."
Rondo... As the huge metal structure emerged in Charles' mind, his eyes lit up. He seemed to have found a way to enter the huge black hole in the deep sea.
"Do you think it is possible to order mechanical structures that other governors need in the British Isles?"
The doctor put down the wine jug beside his mouth, looking a little surprised. "Why? You want a new boat? This living boat is more important than your wife, you are planning to change it too?"
"No, I want a submarine."
"What's a submarine?"
"An underwater boat."
"Humph, isn't that a ship? Going to the sea is not enough, now you are actually going to the bottom of the sea to seek death. You are the only one who would do this in the whole sea."
"If they can build a Lonka, then they can certainly build a submarine. I guess the British Isles are the only ones in the entire ocean that can do that."
"It's up to you. I won't stay with you anyway. My work is done and I'm going to get off the boat." The doctor stood up slowly and walked towards the bunk bed next to him.
Charles was very surprised, "Are you getting off the boat?"
"Don't forget why I boarded your ship. Now that I have achieved my goal, of course I have to get off the ship. Besides, if I don't accompany you to seek death everywhere, I won't live for many years. Compared to dying on the ship and being thrown into the sea by you, I still prefer to die on the shore."
Hearing this, Charles felt a little regretful. Since Sodom met the doctor, he really helped him a lot.
He knew the doctor wouldn't be staying for long, but he didn't expect the separation to come so soon.
Thanks to the book friend whose last digit is 2826 for the 10,000 reward, thank you!
(End of this chapter)