At the Hope Island Cemetery, all the crew members of the Narwhal who could come had arrived. Wearing dark clothes, they looked silently at the coffin in the grave in front of them. Another companion had left them.
That was Tuba's coffin, but there was no body inside. Tuba's body had sunk into the inky black sea along with SITE2.
The coffin contained only a set of old clothes he had worn, and was filled with all sorts of weird garbage he had picked up from somewhere.
As if hearing some sound, Dipper, who was holding his wife's arm, turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the cemetery, "Captain, you're back!"
Hearing his words, everyone turned their heads and saw Charles, dressed in black, slowly walking into the cemetery with the support of Anna.
Charles scanned them one by one, and stopped at his first mate's face. "Let me preside over the funeral."
The bandaged man in black nodded and handed over the prayer. Charles gently pushed Anna away and limped to the front of the coffin.
Just as he was about to read it, an angry girl's voice came from a distance, "Get lost! You are the one who killed 177! You are not qualified to preside over his funeral!!"
134, holding a small stone box in his hands, with tears on his young face, walked in with the fat man in the wheelchair and the green centipede with a tail.
Charles didn't want to cause any unpleasantness at Tuba's funeral, so he pinched the prayer between two fingers and gently twisted it. The paper instantly spun and flew towards 134.
But at this moment, the skin of the fat man in the wheelchair suddenly cracked, and a deformed insect crawled out and pounced on it, tearing the paper in the air into pieces that flew away with the wind.
"This is at Tuba's funeral. If you want to lose your temper, you'd better pay attention to the occasion!" Although Charles' voice was not loud, 134 dared not disobey.
The Charles today is no longer the Charles who went to Sodom to steal the map a few years ago. Now the positions of the two have been completely reversed.
134 opened her mouth but said nothing in the end. She walked forward silently, stood on tiptoe, and placed the thing in her hand on the rectangular coffin.
Then she opened the stone box, reached in and pressed it gently, and the thing inside glowed green. It was a tablet from the previous generation of the Foundation.
As 134 pressed it lightly a few times, an unexpected person appeared in front of Charles.
"Hey guys! Hello!! Have you missed me after not seeing me for a few days? Xiao Mitila, don't cry! Be happy!"
That was Tuba, a young Tuba, with his brown afro, winking at the people outside the screen.
When Lily flew in front of the screen and was shocked to see if it was the real Tuba, Tuba turned his face and instantly took out a horrible mask and covered his face.
After seeing Lily screaming and flying away in fear, Tuba behind the screen took off his mask and danced with laughter.
Charles walked up, took the TV from his tentacles and placed it in front of him, then asked hesitantly, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't I say this before? This funeral must be presided over by me personally. Hey! How can a wedding be without music? Go find me some cheerful music! I don't want anything else, I just want the red romantic music from the Pier Bar!!"
"What time are you at now?" The other party is so young, and it is obvious that this video was recorded by Tuba a long time ago.
"Don't be impatient, wait a minute, I'll show you something good."
West turned around, and when he saw that it was Tuba, a look of horror appeared on his face, "Command Center!! 177 has breached containment again!"
After Tuba laughed a few times at the camera, the camera began to shake violently, and he seemed to be escaping from the Foundation's pursuit.
Charles knew the man. It was West, the first mate of a younger age lost in time. Tuba's time was thousands of years before the first Foundation existed.
After the camera finally stopped shaking, Charles was about to ask a question, but was pushed back by the panting Tuba, "Hurry! Go!"
"Where are you going? What are you doing?" Charles' brows were instantly furrowed, and his expression seemed a little nervous.
“Pa pa pa!” Because Tuba clapped his hands so hard, the camera shook again. “Captain! Do you have Alzheimer’s? Have you forgotten what I just told you? Go and ask for Red Romance!!”
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As the deceased himself requested, Charles finally agreed to his subsequent series of requests.
Soon, a red carpet was laid on the obsidian slab, and delicious food, wine and cigarettes were piled haphazardly on a low table and left in the cemetery for anyone to take.
Charles picked up the bottle, took a sip, and looked at the so-called red beauty standing on Tuba's coffin.
There were four fat women in revealing clothes. They were singing songs with explicit lines seductively while twisting their graceful bodies.
Charles was not surprised at all. He had been to the dock area before and the singers there were generally so direct. He would wait until they finished singing and even paid them extra to perform "privately" for him.
With all of this as a backdrop, the dull and serious atmosphere became cheerful, washing away the slight sadness in everyone's hearts. In the end, it was even a little too cheerful.
"Oh oh!! Kai'Sa! Twist a little bigger! Yes~that's right!!! That's it!!" Tuba, whose face was flushed with excitement, followed them to dance behind the screen.
"Actually, this isn't bad. If I die, I'd also like to do something like this." Dipper came to Charles with a square glass wine glass.
Charles raised the bottle in his hand and filled his glass. "The Deep Ones are immortal. You may not be able to wait until then."
"It's okay. I've made up my mind. When my wife dies, I will commit suicide together with her. I don't want to become like the first mate." Dipper spoke calmly about death.
Charles held the bottle and took a sip on the rim of his glass, looking at Tuba who was having a blast behind the screen. "Okay, let's bury them here together, it will be more lively with more people."
At this time, Tuba's voice sounded again from behind the screen, but he still didn't speak to Charles, but to the band next to him. "Make the music more intense! The most intense kind!!"
The leader of the band subconsciously looked at the Governor. When he got the other party's signal, he winked at his companions, then took a deep breath and blew hard into the trumpet in his hand. The powerful and fast-paced music echoed in the cemetery.
(End of this chapter)