Black Pearl, captain's cabin!
An old man wearing a blue robe, with curly brown hair, and a black iron hook in his left hand entered the captain's room. He was the first mate and navigator on the Black Pearl, John M. Burke.
"John Ming, how is the situation now?"
"We have veered off course and are now in an unknown area of the White Desert. You know, those disgusting guys are more numerous than screaming prairie dogs, but don't worry, the Black Pearl cannot be damaged by them. And we also have a nautical needle given by the bishop, which can find the direction of the normal route as soon as it gets light."
John M. Poker took a step towards the wooden table where the charts were placed. He raised the iron hook and placed the navigation needle embedded in his wrist on it.
Listening to the first mate's report, Jack looked at the strange-shaped glass ball. Inside, there was a thumb-sized black ship sailing. Surrounding the black ship was the rough sea, with waves rolling sometimes and heavy rain pouring on it.
This is a magical item given by the church to every priest who sails on the sea. It has two functions. One is to form a barrier of Poseidon to protect the ship from being swallowed and hit by extraordinary creatures in the sea. The other is to be the light of Poseidon, which can guide in the fog. The way forward will not be lost in the abyss of darkness.
"Be careful today. In this weird place, clerics are no longer at the top of the food chain."
A hint of gloom flashed in Jack's blue eyes, and he kept tapping his fingers on the table to sort out his thoughts. Decades of sailing experience told him that the only way to survive in unknown areas is to be cautious, absolute cautious.
In the Fourth Age, the Church of Poseidon had a reckless and idiotic demigod-level bishop named Bidenva. He relied on his demigod strength to sail alone in the unknown areas of the Baltic Sea. Three months later, the church only found one of his The leg bones were half-eaten.
"John Ming, tell me to go down. We don't need to dock at Faslanka in the near future, and we will go directly back to Hetton Marjo to pick up the bishop's crown."
"Return directly to Hutton Mar? But Priest Viatu who is stationed at the Poseidon Church in Fasranka, didn't she ask us to go to Fasranka to hand over the route first?"
John Ming Bok scratched his explosive brown curly hair with an iron hook, and looked at the captain he admired most with some confusion.
"Faslanka may have some problems in the past few days."
Jack turned his attention to the folded telegram again. Although the secret advent ceremony would basically not be successful, if the evil god suddenly became interested that day and projected himself to the world, even if it was just the appearance of a mythical form, that would be All will be devastating disasters.
"High Priest Viatu just informed me via telegram. Just do as I say. Our harvest in Florence this time will definitely be greatly praised by the church."
"Yes, Captain, Poseidon is above, may you always have a smooth sailing journey!"
The first mate John Ming looked solemn. He raised the iron hook in his left hand as if holding a halberd!
"Poseidon is above, may we always have smooth sailing."
They raised their left hands and made fists in the same manner. After saluting each other, Jack was about to continue to observe whether the things in the desert were continuing to guide the Black Pearl, but Wendy ran in from the outside in a panic.
He held the door frame with his hands, puffed out his fat belly, and gasped: "Ship...Captain, we...we seem to have discovered an unknown island, right in front of us."
"What? Unknown island?"
Jack was stunned for a moment, and then the cheers of sailors came from outside, and he and John Ming rushed out immediately.
The sailors danced excitedly on the deck, some sang songs, some praised the god of the sea, and some were so suppressed that their faces turned red and they wanted to rush off the ship and land on the island immediately.
Jack looked over the edge of the ship into the darkness in the distance. Under the illumination of the searchlight, a huge object appeared directly in front of the Black Pearl. It was obvious that it was an unknown island, a black island similar to a desert oasis.
"Islands, really unknown islands."
He was stunned at first, and then crazy greed came to Jack's heart. Since the advent of the Age of Discovery, anyone who explores new islands or temples in unknown areas will be generously rewarded with titles from the country and promotions from the church. When the time comes, Women’s power is inexhaustible.
"First mate, tell us to go down and bring the steam rifle. We are going to land on the island."
"No problem Captain."
John Ming turned to the sailors on the deck and shouted loudly: "Poseidon is above, boys on the deck, pick up your steam rifles and prepare to land on the island."
"Go to the island! Go to the island!"
As the Black Pearl slowly docked, the cheers of the sailors slowly disappeared. Their eyes widened in unison, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
I saw that around the black island standing in the desert, there were sailing ships of different ages, large and small, docked. Some had long since decayed, leaving only the skeletons of the ships, while others were as motionless as black stone sculptures.
"This...how...why are there so many ships from different eras in the desert?? They are not ghost ships that can travel in the desert."
The uneasy John turned to his captain, his voice trembling.
When the Black Pearl was completely close, the sense of solemnity gradually deepened on Jack's rough face. When he looked at the unknown island again, an unspeakable shadow of fear spread in everyone's heart...
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Faslanka, 31 Mink Street, second floor of Frank's Apartment!
Weinerson imitated the most popular action of the great detective opening the door in the Kingdom of Ghent. He pressed the black hat with his right hand, then opened the door with his left hand, made a handsome ceremonial gesture, and stepped out with a clang.
Since it is winter now, the corridor is still cold and damp during the day, and the cool show just now did not bring substantial warmth. Of course, Weinerson did not complain about this, because no matter how cold the place where the low-income class lives, it will definitely be colder than Living in dirty sewers.
Scenes like this are by no means uncommon in Faslanka. A family of five cannot afford to rent a house and have to fight for space with beggars in the sewers and rummage through trash cans for food scraps. They don’t want to do this, but they have no choice because people Much, because of life.
At this time, Weinerson shrank his neck unconsciously, then quickly walked down the stairs and left the apartment. He didn't feel the warmth and sunshine until the sun was shining on his body.
"Come, come, take a look. The exquisite ceramics shipped back from the Tuduo Kingdom in the Eastern Continent only cost 8 pence."
"A 4-pound saury fish from the Northern Ocean was newly delivered from the port today, costing 6 pence each!"
"Resin ham, bacon, carrot slices, peas... they are cheap and fresh, everyone come and buy them!"
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On Mink Street, this main street made of black bricks and full of ancient medieval flavor, mobile street vendors shout loudly on both sides of the block every morning, greeting passers-by who are hurrying on the road.
Since the neighborhood is very close to Prydzhavn, about 3 kilometers away, the pedestrians coming and going are not only aborigines, but also travelers, minstrels, circus, adventurers, etc.
Here, most travelers from abroad will stop and carefully select their belongings, but most of them will just cover their ears in annoyance and leave in a hurry, not forgetting to curse profiteers at the end.
Weinerson smelled the stench from the clogged sewers and the aroma of fried bread coming out of the oil pan. These smells floated in the air, and they entangled and fermented one after another, forming another special and nauseating smell.
If I hadn't been able to see two moons at night and be sure that this was not the earth, I would have doubted whether I had traveled back in time to the steam age.
However, there are so many people on Mink Street. I have to be careful. No matter what era or place, thieves always exist, even in other worlds.
Weinerson reached into his pocket with his left hand, holding the banknotes tightly, and holding the brim of his black round-brimmed hat with his right hand. He lowered his head slightly and walked through the lively streets with a vigorous pace.
Along the way, the black brick road underfoot gradually widened, and slender bronze street lamps decorated with curly grass stood on both sides. This was a shopping area. Weinerson unconsciously straightened his back again, raised his head, and looked ahead. .
There were minstrels singing, wandering organ musicians playing, and missionaries from unknown places explaining their missions.
Next to this group of people, there were many beggars, children, and women with sallow faces and skinny faces. They were dressed in ragged clothes, and their bodies were covered with oil and black stains, but their expressions were extremely intoxicated, as if they were listening to the most beautiful words in the world.
