“Time travel to January 2, the ninth year.
"It has been more than 20 days since we set sail. The island we explored this time is a bit far away, and the resources of the Narwhal are a bit insufficient."
"If the island in 1002 can be turned into a new island, it will be much easier to resupply supplies from there."
"When I came here, I went to take a look near that island. Judging from the mess on the island, the battle between Elizabeth and 1002 was not going well. It may not be easy to wait for the island to develop."
"But it's true. 1002's strange power is not so easy to deal with. I hope everything goes well for them."
"But Germany has also started to take action. Anyway, everything is moving in a good direction.
I don’t know where Anna is now, maybe I can… [crossed out]”
Charles waited for the ink to dry, then covered the diary and walked to the deck to begin his daily ship patrol.
Just as he was about to push open the kitchen door, an excited Dipper ran by with a fishing rod in hand, and a jellyfish-like creature hung on the hook.
"Frey! Come on! I caught a crystal jellyfish! Can you make soup with it?"
Chef Frey's angry roar came from the kitchen.
"Get out of here! You're fishing for these messy things all day long. If you want to do it, do it yourself! I won't do it anyway!"
Charles walked into the kitchen and around the two of them to make sure there was nothing unusual inside.
"Chef, there are bugs starting to grow in these saltine biscuits, be careful." Charles interrupted their conversation.
Frey hurried over and said that he would change it immediately, and explained that these wormy foods were for the sailors to eat and there was absolutely no problem for the captain to eat them.
"What do you mean by feeding the sailors? Aren't sailors human beings?" For the benefit of his subordinates, Dipper started arguing with him again.
Charles did not stop them. Compared with the crew members who were trembling with fear when entering the unknown waters before, they now had time to quarrel. It turned out that humans were able to adapt very quickly.
Walking out of the kitchen, Charles headed towards the other cabin doors.
Patrolling is not just about checking if anything has crawled into the sea; other factors are equally important.
Whether it is food, fuel or the mental state of the crew, any mistake may turn a ship into an iron coffin and destroy the lives of everyone on board.
Charles carefully checked every place, including the deck, cockpit, turbine room, crew lounge, kitchen, cargo hold and water tank.
Other captains might have different rules, but on his own ship, Charles always checked it himself.
Details determine success or failure. It is this meticulousness that has allowed him to survive at sea for so long.
In fact, these things are most of the captain's work, simple and boring but very important.
"Captain! There is an island!" Charles, who was counting the fuel, was stunned when he heard the news. According to the actual situation, it should take another three days to reach the destination.
He hurried to the deck and saw the blurry island in the distance under the searchlight.
Unlike the previous islands, this one is very "high". It is more like a flat-topped mountain. There is nothing on the surrounding rock walls, and the platform above is too high to be seen at all.
Looking up at the oppressive island in front of him, Charles waved his hand first, signaling the sailors to drop anchor, and then said to his vampire crew: "Audric, fly up and take a look."
As Charles waited for him to come back, Dipper came over with a puzzled look on his face. "Captain, the anchor can't reach the bottom."
"This is next to the island, how could it be possible that we can't reach the bottom?"
Charles took him to the anchor winch and found that all the chains on it were really lowered.
The Narwhal's anchor chain is more than 100 meters long, but it still can't reach the bottom. What kind of structure is this island? A straight-up and straight-down electric pole
Charles thought for a while and said, "Then don't drop anchor. When we get to the island, Frey and the sailors will stay on the boat and watch."
Orderic came back soon, his expression a little strange. "Captain, there is a swamp up there."
"Swamp?" Charles was very surprised by this answer. He had never expected that a swamp like this would appear on the island.
"No matter what, let's go up and take a look. Maybe this island is the island supply point of the "King"."
With the help of the flying Orderic, a rope ladder was quickly laid on the rock wall, and Charles and other crew members climbed up the ladder, only to find that, as the vampire had said, there was indeed a swamp above.
This swamp is somewhat different from the swamp in the forest. There are no trees, no flowers, no life, only wet mud, smelly water and thick fog.
There is something in the swamp, as rocks of all sizes lie in the mud.
Throw some fish into the mud, and no creature comes out to eat.
Charles walked towards the mud carefully and found that it was not deep. The deepest part was only up to his thigh. He stepped in the mud with his right foot and found that the ground was solid.
"Hey, man, do you think this place looks like a hot pot? Look how much those rocks look like the white tofu in the sheep stomach hot pot."
Charles was too lazy to pay attention to the teasing voice in his head. He scooped up the muddy water with his hands and put it in front of his nose. The unique smell of sea water mixed with the stench of decay rushed into his nostrils.
The water in these swamps is all sea water and has no use value.
Charles waved back, signaling the others to follow.
Everyone frowned at this harsh environment. No one liked dirt. They felt like they were stepping into a cesspool when walking in the swamp.
Lily's mice turned into black coal balls soon after entering the water. Seeing this, Lily, the white mouse, dared not enter the water anymore and hugged Charles' neck tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.
Although Charles possessed dark vision, the thick white fog obscured his sight. In such a place, he could not see anything.
This environment reminded Charles of the first island he explored. He didn't want to make the same mistake a second time. Every once in a while, he would compare the number of people on his crew with the number recorded on his arm to make sure there wasn't one more or one less person out of thin air.
The long line of torches in the hands of the crowd pushed back the fog, and they slowly walked towards the center of the island.
The muddy water in the swamp was chilly, and after Charles had been walking for only half an hour, he could hardly feel his toes.
Charles did not dare to be careless and asked all the crew members to stand on the rocks and wait until their feet regained feeling before moving.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the crew stuffed food into their mouths. Even if they were not hungry, they would eat some to provide energy for their bodies.
(End of this chapter)