"Where have you been?" Charles, who was looking at the nautical chart, asked the mouse who opened the door.
"I went out to play." Frustrated Lily answered sullenly.
"Are you hungry? I have some food on the table."
"Give it to other mice. I've eaten it." Lily climbed onto the pillow and lay down listlessly.
Looking at the mouse with abnormal emotions, Charles looked a little confused. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with the little mouse. Wasn't it all over
But he was too lazy to indulge this bad habit, so he pulled her tail and let her slide directly onto the table.
"I found you a few books on operating the turrets. Read them quickly. I'll take you to the harbor for training tomorrow."
Lily looked at the books that were taller than her when stacked together, and instinctively felt resistance. "I won't read them, and I already know how to operate the turret!"
"Don't talk nonsense. It's not that easy to become a qualified gunner. Since you are my crew member, I must make sure you meet the standards. There are all kinds of abnormalities at sea. It is possible that your slight shortcomings will kill everyone."
Charles opened a book and threw the mouse on it.
Under the captain's coercion, Lily was forced to read books that were not suitable for her age.
But in this high-pressure environment, the depression and sadness in her heart soon disappeared, and the cheerful Lily came back, complaining to Charles all day long.
Being annoyed by the mice, Charles, who was usually quiet, started to talk more. For the first time, the room in the apartment became a little lively.
Half a month passed quickly, Lily's initial training was completed, and Charles started a new mission with the rested crew.
Because the level 5 island explored previously was already the most marginal island, the mission Charles took on this time was the northernmost sea area.
Generally speaking, it is safer to simply explore the sea than the islands. But who can tell what is happening in the sea
The other crew members were surprised at the return of mouse Lily. At Charles' suggestion, no one asked too many questions. They only knew one thing: the Narwhal now had a mouse gunner.
Black smoke began to billow out of the chimney of the Narwhal again, and slowly disappeared under the gaze of the dock workers.
Life at sea was as peaceful as ever, and the unknown objects that crawled up sporadically were quickly dealt with.
The second time they entered the sea area without navigation marks, the crew members were much calmer.
Perhaps because there were no casualties in the last mission, the crew members were very enthusiastic about the new mission.
Even though they had only rested for half a month, everyone's face was full of confidence. Second mate Krona even wanted to introduce his cousin to the ship so that they could make a fortune together.
The crew members were privately wondering how long it would take them to discover a new island and become successful with their captain.
In the cockpit, Charles held a pen and calculated the ship's current position on the nautical chart based on the speed and direction.
Originally this was the job of the navigator, but now he has to do it personally. This task cannot be sloppy. As long as there is a slight difference in the coordinates, the actual location will be a huge difference.
After confirming again and again that today's coordinates were correct, Charles turned around and prepared to go to the captain's room to write his navigation diary.
But as soon as he walked out the door, he felt inexplicably awkward.
Charles, who was standing at the door, turned around and looked at everything in the cockpit.
The cockpit of the Narwhal was much larger than that of the Mouse, about the size of half a classroom.
"Bandage Mate, did you know that James got married secretly? He got married without even inviting us. Don't you think he's a little unfriendly?"
"Left rudder 15... increase speed by 5 knots..." Bandage gave the command in a daze, as if he didn't hear the boatswain's complaint.
Charles scanned the cabin and finally found the problem. He walked straight to the bandage and tore off the bandage on his broken leg with his hands.
The thigh that was previously devoured by Anna actually grew a section higher, and the dark skin covered with tattoos formed a sharp contrast with the bright white skin that had grown out.
Dipper obviously noticed this surprising situation, his eyes widened as he said in amazement: "Oh my God, you can grow a broken leg back? Are you an octopus from the sea?"
"Don't look around when you're steering!" Charles yelled at him, and the curious Dipper quickly shrank back.
Charles pointed at the broken leg and asked the bandage, "Can you tell me what happened? I've never heard that the followers of the Futan religion have a special way to regenerate broken limbs."
"I... I don't know... My memory is very confused... I have been to many places... and experienced many things, but my memory will disappear..."
Bandage covered his head with his hands, a trace of pain on his face. "I don't think my name is Bandage... But I'm not sure..."
It seems that this guy is also a person with a story. Charles sighed slightly in his heart.
He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay. If you can't remember the past, forget it. Now just remember that you are the first mate of the Narwhal."
The bandaged man sitting on the stool raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed an extremely weird smile. "Thank you... Captain."
After he finished speaking, he took a long black needle and skillfully poked it on his newly grown thigh. A row of small words appeared on his thigh. "Captain Charles can be trusted."
"First mate, you don't have to—"
"Captain! Something's happening! Look out the window!"
Hearing Dipper's somewhat panicked voice, Charles immediately turned his gaze to the window.
Pieces of bright yellow swayed and fell, and this scene made Charles seem to see the snow on Earth. However, there was not even a sky in the Earth Sea, so how could there be snow
Facing the anomaly, Captain Charles immediately issued a countermeasure. "Everyone, get into the cabin first and leave this sea area at full speed."
Bright yellow "snow" accumulated more and more on the deck, and the atmosphere aboard the Narwhal began to become tense.
As the Narwhal emitted a muffled sound, thick black smoke began to roll up from the chimney.
Charles, nervous, stared at the dark sea without even having time to blink.
"Whoosh~" "Whoosh~" whistling sounds were heard, and waves began to rise on the sea.
"This... Is this wind? The wind is blowing in the earth sea? Are we approaching the entrance to the surface?" An absurd thought came to his mind.
Charles suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank to the smallest, he grabbed the red lever and pulled it hard, and the searchlight above the cockpit, which was supposed to be shining flat on the sea, quickly rose up and shot into the sky.
Charles rushed to the door and looked up. Suddenly, he began to tremble inexplicably. A fear he had never experienced before enveloped him.
Directly above the Narwhal, a giant eye covering half the sky was staring at him.
(End of this chapter)