Charles raised his head and looked at the huge nautical chart that filled the entire wall in front of him.
This nautical chart is extremely detailed. In addition to all the nautical charts recorded by the Explorers Association, the map given by the Pope is also spliced into it. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most detailed nautical chart of the entire sea.
He is not going out to sea for the time being, his first mate has also left, and the crew members need to recover their spirits.
He looked at the nautical chart just to determine his next target, but after looking left and right he didn't find a suitable one.
Ever since the previous intelligence was cut off, everything in front of him was now in chaos.
Charles looked at them for a while and then turned to look at the three people in front of him. "So, Margaret wants to bribe you?"
"That's right, Governor. This woman has been in close contact with Sodom recently. I think it is necessary to be on guard against her." The thin Brigadier General Monkey reminded Charles.
Charles's face showed a bit of complexity. "Don't bother with that. Now that you're back, just let it go. He Fang is so far away from Hope Island, and I don't think we will cooperate with each other in the future."
Hearing this, the three commodores of the navy looked at each other, seemed to understand something, and tacitly remained silent.
"When you came back, what was the situation on Hefang Island?"
"It's OK. Due to the destruction of the British Isles and the addition of Sodom, the rebels on the island were easily dealt with by the female governor. She has now completely occupied the island, and He Fang has once again returned to the Cavendish family."
"Okay, then you guys go down."
Seeing the three people in front of him leave, Charles sighed slightly. He had sent a telegram to He Fangdao, but when the other party heard that it was the Governor of Hope Island looking for Margaret, he did not respond directly.
Charles now has no idea what the other party is thinking.
“I just happen to have some free time, should I go over to find her and ask her thoroughly?” This thought quickly turned around in his mind a few times, but he finally decided not to go.
Judging from the previous firm attitude, the other party may not necessarily meet you, and maybe the other party may live a better life if he is not involved with you.
Charles pressed the bell on the table, and soon the butler of the Governor's Mansion came in. "How are those boatmen from the British Isles? Are they back?"
"They are back, but with fewer people. Some of those who have returned are now abandoning themselves and hanging out in bars and brothels, while others are preparing to rebuild a shipyard."
"Take me to see it." Charles stood up and walked towards the balcony.
Sitting in the car driven by the butler, Charles drove towards the pier. Along the way, Charles looked at the scenery outside in a good mood.
Outside the car window, buildings of different styles are spliced together to form rows of streets, and there is a hint of harmony in the chaos.
He was surprised to see bunches of green plants appearing under the borrowed sunlight, which brought a touch of green to the bustling streets.
When Charles saw a middle-aged man with a beer belly, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, holding a small shower head and watering a small white flower, a knowing smile appeared on his face.
Half an hour later, Charles arrived at the pier. The pier at Hope Island was always bustling at any time.
On the far left side of the pier, a huge dock is gradually being built.
It seems that the designers from the British Isles did not hire a special construction team, but instead did the work themselves.
From their dark circles and bloodshot eyes, it can be seen that they have been working hard for a long time.
Charles could see that there was no supervision around the dock and these people were working conscientiously.
They seem to want to completely squeeze out the sadness in their hearts with a full schedule of work, because people have to live.
Charles shook his head. "No, they can live well with their own abilities. When the dock is built, you go and sign a contract with their leader. They will be responsible for the modification and maintenance of my ship in the future."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor."
Charles stood on the dock and silently looked at the dock they were building.
Suddenly, the sound of uniform footsteps was heard. Charles turned his head and found that it was a team of sheriffs with real guns on patrol.
"What are you doing?" Charles knew that under normal circumstances, they would not be so fully armed.
The leading captain reported with some excitement: "Report to the Governor, because the dock police department recently reported that something in the sea tried to come ashore near the dock, so the General Administration specially arranged some people to come here to strengthen the defense."
After hearing this, Charles glanced at the dark sea beside him, nodded, and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Captain..."
"Crack~" Charles immediately stopped in place, turned around and looked into the sea. That sound seemed familiar, he had definitely heard it before.
"Captain..." the voice sounded again, and Charles' eyes quickly locked onto the head of the fishman swaying in the waves in the distance.
Not only did Charles see it, but the sheriffs nearby also saw it, "Fire!"
"Click, click, click" the safety of the guns in their hands were opened one after another, and they aimed at the head in the distance.
However, just as they were about to shoot, Charles' empty left sleeve suddenly fluttered up, and everyone raised their guns sharply upwards, creating several bright spots on the ceiling above.
"Don't shoot, just stay where you are!" Charles said, walking quickly over there on the sea.
Soon he came to the fishman's head, and he guessed correctly that this was his unrecognizable boatswain Dipper.
The transparent tentacle reached into the water and lifted up Dipper, who had a somewhat excited and wry smile on his face.
Charles noticed that there was a huge and horrifying wound on his green-scaly abdomen. Judging from the white edges, the wound had been soaked in water for some time, and one could even vaguely see the internal organs.
"What's wrong with your injury?"
"I wanted to go to the island to find you, but was discovered by the people from the third office. I told them that I was Dipper, but they didn't believe me. They thought I was a deceiving monster in the sea."
Charles, with a frown on his face, carried him straight towards the dock.
"Captain, listen to me. I came back this time to tell you something important."
Charles didn't listen to Dipper's nonsense at all. He pounced on the sheriff next to him with the transparent tentacles and untied the handcuffs around their waists.
With two clicks, Dipper's hands and feet were handcuffed together tightly.
"Don't say anything. Now that I've caught you, don't even think about going back to that damn place in your life!"
"Listen to me! This is a matter of life and death for our island! Because of the conflict within the Church of Light, the Church of Fortan has commissioned the Deep One to attack here. He wants to destroy the light ball above!! Believe me, Captain!!"
(End of this chapter)