The word 'must' is used well.
Zhang Jing got off the plane two minutes before takeoff, bought a new ticket and headed to Darwin Port, waiting for Candela.
He planned to persuade her not to seek death, but as for himself, he was determined not to go to Magic Eye Island.
Darwin Port is a small city located in the middle of the northern part of Tu'ao, close to the Arafura Sea and connected by water.
When they arrived, Candela hadn't used it yet. Her two assistants, Barry and Wesker, had already sent over the equipment they had seen in Badong County before.
In a rented warehouse in the port area, Zhang Jing looked at the slim Barry and the stocky Wesker and asked, "What's your boss doing?"
Barry and Wesker looked at each other and shook their heads to express ignorance.
The stocky Wesker introduced, "We are Miss Candela's treasure hunting assistants. We always only work and don't inquire about things."
"Okay," Zhang Jing asked in a different way, "Why did she ask you to come to Darwin?"
"Send the equipment, rent a boat, prepare supplies for going to sea, and wait for her to come over."
Then it was time to work, moving the materials in the warehouse onto a thirty-meter-long yacht.
At midnight that day, Candela, who was very impressive, arrived.
After briefly greeting the employees, Candela asked Barry, "Where is Zhang Jing?"
"He was sleeping in the master bedroom."
Candela nodded, "Are you ready with all the supplies?"
"Already complete."
"Well done," Candela expressed appreciation, "You guys get off the boat, Zhang Jing and I will set off now."
"Don't we go to sea together?" Wesker suggested, "One more person will give you more strength." m.
"This time the situation is different," Candela took out a letter from his pocket, "If I disappear, please give this final letter to my bad brother."
"Boss," Wesker took the letter, "It's such a risk, can I not go?"
"There should be pursuits in life," Candela looked open-minded, "Besides, my life is already worth it!"
Wesker and Barry looked at each other silently, thinking at the same time - Zhang Jing.
When the three of them worked together in the afternoon, Zhang Jing said more than once that he would never go to Magic Eye Island.
Now it seems that Candela has made the decision for him.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Candela was planning to cause trouble, so he held the dog in his arms and slept in the best master bedroom on the ship until ten o'clock the next morning.
Don't blame Zhang Jing for being a snoozer. During a week in Melbourne, he and Zhenggong got along well during the day and at night.
It was a five-hour flight from Melbourne to Darwin, followed by four hours of physical moving.
With so many things going on, even a strong-willed person will be tired.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked out the window. The yacht was sailing, and there was an island in front of him...
Looking at the small island in the distance, Zhang Jing reacted for seven or eight seconds. In the ninth second, he jumped up from the bed, put away the dog, turned around and rushed to the cab, where Candela was sailing the boat.
"Where am I now?" Zhang Jing asked loudly.
"That's right," Candela turned back to look at Zhang Jing, "It's the Magic Eye Island."
"Don't hold me back if you want to die!" As he spoke, Zhang Jing stepped forward and violently pushed Candela away, grabbing the rudder and steering the ship. "I have more than ten girlfriends. They are all as beautiful as flowers, with soft bodies and soft tongues. Outstanding Kung Fu;
I'm going to die, I'm so damn confused, I don't know who will take advantage of me! "
"Do you think I took you to die?" Candela was pushed down and got up from the ground. "If it weren't for your good reputation and mainly because of your good looks, I wouldn't have brought you here at all."
"Huh?" Zhang Jing's anger subsided by half in an instant, "What do you mean?"
Candela opened his backpack, took out an oil painting from the waterproof plastic bag, and showed it to Zhang Jing.
"A picture of a crow drinking water from a well?" Zhang Jing didn't understand, "Why not a picture of a chicken eating rice?"
Candela didn't know what Zhang Jing was talking about, so he explained excitedly: "This is a painting by William Birken in 1825. He was also a theological writer himself;
What he wrote proves that he may have landed on Magic Eye Island and left safely using a pirate's boat. "
"Miss," Zhang Jing looked at Candela and retorted, "Just because William Birken is awesome doesn't mean we are awesome too. Besides, what does this have to do with us?"
"William Birken mentioned in the book that he picked up treasures in pirate barrels that floated from the sea and left them on the island without taking them away."
"I don't want to curse," Zhang Jing reminded Candela, "You believe it too?"
"Two hundred years ago, there was no Internet and no widespread sources of information," Candela tried to explain. "William Birken must have seen or experienced it before he had the prototype."
Zhang Jing thought for three or four seconds, and it seemed that art comes from life.
Just like the West describes the ancient Mongolian army as various monsters in the Lord of the Rings.
"What does this oil painting mean?" Zhang Jing asked, pointing to the Crow Well drinking water.
"It may be a clue to finding the treasure," Candela's eyes were intense. "Pay attention to the direction of the crow's eyes."
Zhang Jing felt something, his blood was boiling, and his heartbeat was accelerating, "How do you divide the good things when you find them?"
"You pick the first one, and I'll pick the second," Candela said generously, "It's like this in turn."
Zhang Jing did not agree with his mouth, but honestly gave up the helm to Candela.
Candela took over the rudder and adjusted the direction so that the bow of the ship was aimed back at the Magic Eye Island, which was about five kilometers away.
Something magical happened. When the boat was four kilometers outside the island, the weather looked like the Caribbean.
When the ship passed four kilometers, the surrounding environment began to change.
It was originally cloudless, but before I knew it, the clouds were getting thicker and thicker.
The water was originally a clear blue, but it began to turn darker and darker without even realizing it.
The breeze was originally at level 2 or 3, but unknowingly it reached level 7 or 8.
When the boat was about two kilometers away from Magic Eye Island, the yacht had completely lost control and was rising and falling in the waves and strong winds.
It was clearly noon, but the surroundings felt like pitch black night, and you couldn't see where the Magic Eye Island was.
At this time, the fates of Zhang Jing and Candela were no longer under their control.
In the cab, holding on to the fixed object tightly and looking into Zhang Jing's eyes from a close distance, Candela asked: "Do you regret it?"
"A little bit," Zhang Jingduo tightened his life jacket, "but I'm already on the boat, so there's no point in saying I regret it."
"I'm asking if you regret rejecting me."
"..."
Zhang Jing feels that there is a huge gap between Eastern and Western cultures, and they all mean the same thing, so he likes to use the word "sleepy" to describe it.
Sleepy Penelope, sleepy Ortiz, sleepy Wang Sisi, sleepy Lindsay, how elegant.
"The boat hasn't capsized yet," Candela reminded, "you still have a chance."
Looking at Candela with long brown hair and brown eyes, Zhang Jing shook his head:
"When you kill a sheep, you have to be surprised, otherwise the meat will not taste good; the same goes for women. When we land on the island, you will be more delicious by then."
Candela smiled, who said Asian men don't understand humor?
In a good mood, Candela encouraged Zhang Jing, "After landing on the island, I will let you experience the enjoyment like a king."
After Candela finished speaking, a large wave crashed into the driver's cab, and the ship's hull tilted sharply and tipped upside down.
Some people died, but not completely...
