I Can’t Play This Game Anymore

Song Qian picked up the diary and flipped through it briefly, then immediately turned around and said:

"That's right, this should be the captain of the Marys Leicester!"

Hearing this, everyone gathered together.

The clothes on this corpse were indeed more formal than those of the others, but they were already worn out.

The most special thing is his facial expression, he is not as excited as those who worshiped, nor is he as frightened as his subordinates and those who came here later.

The arm of the corpse was raised slightly, the eyes were wide open, and the jaw was clenched, as if it was pressing something out before death.

But the corpse was lying on the ground just now, so it shouldn't be pressing something on the door.

Eggplant replied:

"Then let's see what they went through at the time? Maybe it will help us escape from here."

Ji Han took the nautical diary from Song Qian, and used the quantum wave reading method to quickly translate the contents, and only then did he understand the general story.

After sorting out my thoughts a little bit, I told everyone what I wrote in this note:

The captain's name was Edward Smith. He and his subordinates sailed the Mary Leicester freely on the sea for a long time, and also completed many shipping tasks beautifully.

But this time the situation is a bit special. Originally, our ship docked at a seaport in East Asia to rest and prepare to transport some tea back to China.

But before the deadline for delivery, director Ismay of the shipping company hastily shipped a batch of goods onto the ship.

At that time, the first mate Medale received it, and when I returned to the ship, the cabin was already closed.

They told me that this is a batch of goods in short supply, as long as they can be shipped back to the country immediately, I can earn a lot of money. Looking at the list of goods that Medale has counted and completed, I sent the ship early without doing a second count.

We are very familiar with this sea route. Although we encountered some wind and waves, fortunately there were no accidents.

And I never had any doubts about the cargo in the cabin, I just thought that this endless journey could end soon, and I could go home to be with my family.

But by chance, I went to the crew to arrange tomorrow's mission, and I happened to hear Medale discussing the cargo with his best friend on the deck.

It turned out that what was loaded on the ship was not any urgent supplies, but precious cultural relics that the director had looted from various places, trying to smuggle them into the port directly without telling the authorities.

I don't know the origin of those cultural relics, but it is clear that they must have been obtained illegally.

So I decided to hand over this batch of cultural relics to the authorities at that time. I don't care what they do with it, but the Marys Leicester will not do such illegal activities.

Unexpectedly, this matter was exposed that night.

Everyone didn't hide it, and said bluntly that this smuggling business must be done.

I also clarified my position, but I didn't expect that no one supported me.

In the face of huge financial interests, the deep friendship established in those waves seems to have disappeared.

Seemingly looking at the face of the captain for many years, they didn't kill me, but locked me in the captain's room.

Medale replaced me and led these sailors to drive the Marys Leicester back home. I originally wanted to record all this in the voyage diary so that I could take it out as evidence in the future.

Unexpectedly, I still did not wait until the day when the ship docked.

If I remember correctly, it should be the 13th day of our departure from Hong Kong.

Even in the captain's cabin, I could feel the violent jolt outside.

There was a strong wind outside, and the waves were churning all around.

At this time, Medale actually came to the captain's room and let me out. He told me that I had encountered a special situation, and the sea seemed to be alive.

At first I didn't quite believe it, I just thought he was inexperienced from the first mate to the captain.

But when I saw the surrounding sea, I was also taken aback.

I have never seen such a huge vortex, which seems to **** us into it together with the sky, and there are waves tens of meters high around it.

Fortunately, the wind direction here does not seem to match the waves. Relying on the precise grasp of the wind direction, I drove Maris Leicester to escape from the edge of the vortex in a thrilling manner.

Everyone on board also cheered and jumped for joy. At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten the previous estrangement.

But no one thought that the really terrible things had just begun.

Maybe they felt a little embarrassed that I saved their lives, so they didn't put me in the captain's cabin again.

On the second day after escaping from the vortex, the surrounding sea became as calm as a lake for some reason.

Although it is just a feeling, I always think that we have arrived in another world, and this is not the ocean I am familiar with.

At a glance, there were no markers to be seen, and the compass and various guidance equipment on the ship were all out of order.

Even our most trusted stars are completely gone at night.

We have completely lost our way.

People at sea are not afraid of the sea, because it is where we were raised.

But direction and purpose are very important to us, because the ocean is so big.

This aimless wandering lasted for about seven days.

Finally, there was not much food left on board, and the mental state of the crew members almost collapsed.

Until a crew member suddenly shouted loudly:

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? He is calling us!"

Then he started sketching scary and weird images of underwater creatures on the deck ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ We didn't stop it, because it was better than doing other stupid things.

But in the next few days, other crew members soon had similar hallucinations one after another.

Together with the previous crew members, they knelt down to the monsters painted on the deck, and kept saying: We send you my faithful belief, no matter what you ask us to do, please guide us again.

These sailors have also experienced some strong winds and waves, and I didn't expect them to collapse so suddenly this time. I think maybe it was the bad things they did before that made them uneasy.

I knew very well that it was just an illusion caused by insufficient nutrition supply and excessive mental stress.

As the captain of the Marys Leicester by military training, my military honor does not allow me to give up like them.

These guys who give up the bottom line for some money will never understand what a strong will is.

After another two days, except for me and the first mate Medel, almost everyone else was not normal.

Those sailors are like faithful believers, their eyes have been completely dull, and they regularly pay homage to the weird portrait on the deck, reciting weird poetry that they can't understand at all.

Maybe it was because of their repeated recitations, even the weird voice gradually appeared in my mind, as if someone was calling me.

But I know very well that it is just an illusion caused by long-term lack of nutritional intake.

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