With no time to think about what it was, Schliemann quickly turned the helm and steered the Crescent to the side.
The big hand noticed that the Crescent was changing course, and it tilted forward, preparing to catch the Crescent trying to escape.
There was ghost mist above, blue sea below, and a dark and strange giant hand in front of it. The Crescent Moon could not avoid it and tried its best to avoid it towards the port side.
The black shadow gradually suppressed, Schliemann saw the opportunity to pull up, and the Crescent barely escaped from the fingers of the giant hand.
The sound of tree trunks collapsing sounded from behind, and Schliemann struggled to control the Crescent forward.
However, the giant hand grabbed the Crescent again, which was bad news for Schliemann.
The sudden climb just now caused the Crescent to slow down. If he wanted to dodge this time, he could only rush downward, trading the height he had just gained for speed.
But as if the giant hand knew what Schliemann was thinking, it copied it diagonally from bottom to top, which completely ruined Schliemann's plan.
At this moment, several possible escape routes appeared in his mind, but each one ended in despair.
Faced with the giant hand approaching again, Schliemann, who was in a deadlock, had no choice but to watch as the black shadow enveloped the Crescent.
"I will never stop here!"
Schliemann roared and drew out his musket, then pulled the trigger toward the giant black hand so close to him outside the porthole.
After a loud noise, the glass of the porthole shattered, and the lead projectile directly hit the giant hand, but the giant hand was not afraid of this small impact at all.
Seeing that the giant hand was about to close, Schliemann jumped out of the bridge, drew out his scimitar and slashed it down.
The gurgling black liquid poured over his face.
He gritted his teeth and twisted the handle of the knife desperately in an attempt to increase the damage to the giant hand, but this still could not stop the giant hand from continuing to grasp.
Just when Schliemann thought the situation was over, the giant hand suddenly stopped moving.
Seeing that it was working, Schliemann started chopping harder. He didn't even notice that the leaf pendant hanging on his chest was emitting a faint black mist.
Suddenly, the mist began to converge back towards the pendant. They carried the black liquid splashing out from the giant hand and got into the pendant one by one.
Schliemann was so shocked by the sudden change that he didn't dare to move. He wanted to take off the pendant, but he couldn't undo it no matter what.
Worried that these changes would affect him, Schliemann wanted to pull off the pendant, but the lanyard on the pendant seemed to be tightened, making it impossible for his head to pass through.
He decisively raised his scimitar and slashed at the black lanyard on the pendant. The blade struck it and a series of sparks flashed out.
This made Schliemann even more panicked. He kept slashing and even biting it with his teeth, but no matter how hard he tried, the pendant that kept sucking in the black substance still hung firmly around his neck.
Having no other choice, Schliemann put his scimitar into the lanyard, held the blade with his face, grabbed the lanyard and scratched the blade hard.
This strange behavior of trying to break the lanyard with the blade of a knife did not last long.
Because Schliemann discovered that the giant black hand that attacked the Crescent was disappearing.
It was a strange disappearing process, like a chunk of jelly being sucked into something extremely small.
What really surprised Schliemann was not the disappearance of the giant hand, but the fact that it showed no resistance during the disappearance.
As the giant hand completely disappeared, the leaf pendant returned to normal, and it was no longer tightly tied to Schliemann's neck.
Schliemann quickly took off the pendant and threw it aside. He carefully stretched out the scimitar that made the gap and poked the dark green leaf pendant.
Schliemann observed carefully. He felt that except for the dark green color of the leaf pendant, which was slightly darker, there was no other change.
The surrounding crew members were still repeating his orders in low voices, and Schliemann realized that he had no time to do more research.
He grabbed the pendant and put it in his pocket, returned to the bridge, readjusted the course, and moved forward at full speed against the ghostly fog floating overhead.
Half an hour later, the Crescent, which had sailed out of the ghostly fog-shrouded area, began to climb. Schliemann stepped on the floor and made a rhythmic vibration.
The crew members opened their eyes and got up from their posts.
They first looked around, and after making sure they were out of danger, they started busy.
Some pulled the safety rope hanging outside the hull to pull their teammates up; some entered the cabin in small groups to start inspections; some lowered to the attack position of the hull to inspect the damage; some held their arms Medicine box, carrying out treatment for injured teammates.
"First mate, report the situation!"
Hilpeter, who had just run a lap, was breathing heavily. He swallowed hard and prepared to answer Schliemann's question.
"Four brothers were injured, one of whom was seriously injured. Xin Mo and Vivian are treating the injured; the engine room is on fire, Connie and the others are extinguishing the fire. The situation is under control..."
He paused to take a breath, then said, "Jimmy is missing."
Schliemann frowned. In his opinion, the crisis was not over yet.
"After Connie and the others put out the fire, you go check the feather energy and supplies.
It was Jimmy who called me when I encountered the ghost fog. He should be near the captain's cabin.
Tell the rest of the crew not to go near the captain's cabin now. "
Schliemann said, handed the helmsman Cindy the steering wheel, and strode out of the bridge, followed closely by Ampton holding the hilt of his sword.
He knew what would happen if he got close to the blue sea and heard the whispers.
If Jimmy becomes a monster, he will never allow the monster to hurt Schliemann.
After experiencing the Ghost Mist incident, Apton was even more certain of his father's choice. Schliemann was absolutely capable of leading them back to the Heart of Glory.
The door to the captain's cabin was open, and Apton's heart skipped a beat.
Jimmy, who usually seems studious, always comes to ask Schliemann about navigation. Is he a spy of King Linn? Did he plan to be exposed?
No, if the plan was exposed, why didn't they take action and instead let us embark on a spaceship looking for the Brilliant Heart?
Do they want to obtain the Brilliant Heart through me?
In the blink of an eye, Apton's mind turned countless times.
He drew his sword, and the suspicion on his face disappeared, replaced by a cruelty that had never been shown before.
Walter also drew his sword. He stopped Apton, pulled Schlieman, and carefully leaned against the door and looked sideways into the room.
Then he put away the sword, opened the door and walked in.
In the room, Jimmy was lying in the corner, his hair wet with blood, he was motionless and his eyes were closed.
"On your ship, can crew members enter the captain's cabin freely?"
Apton's words were filled with anger, and the speculation just now still lingered in his mind. Even if Jimmy was injured and fainted, he did not think Jimmy was innocent.
Schliemann, who was possessing Jimmy to check his injuries, didn't even raise his head. He was also angry.
Apton had already challenged his captain's authority on the bridge just now, but this time the challenge was much more direct and sharp.
"On my ship, don't point your fingers. If you cross the line, I will have to turn back and leave you in the port."
Apton's face was filled with tears. He had thought that Schliemann would disobey his orders. In fact, he had made appropriate concessions, but he never thought that Schliemann would say harsh words because of a few taunts. .
"I'm not crossing a line, I'm just raising questions about the safety of people on this voyage."
"Personnel safety?
The child's flying ship crashed on the hillside next to Acorn Town, and no one in his family was left. Hill Peter had verified this with his own eyes.
So, what are you worried about? "
Schliemann said, took off his coat and put it under Jimmy's head. He stood up and stared at Apton.
"If you don't trust my crew, then let's break up."
Walter dodged and stood in front of Apton, and the fast Schliemann felt something shake.
Looking at Walter's left hand on the scabbard, Schliemann smiled and said, "Are you going to fight me on my ship?"
The silence was as thick as asphalt. Schlieman stared into Walter's eyes. Walter looked directly at Schlieman without fear. It wasn't until Ampton scolded him that he withdrew his gaze and stepped aside.
"Mr. Schliemann, I must reiterate that finding the fleet is very important to our royal family, and I cannot allow the plan to take any unplanned risks."
"Then you should close the door when you go out!"
Apton was choked by Schliemann's words and was stunned for a long time. Looking back, he thought that he had indeed followed Schliemann and rushed out of the captain's cabin. He clearly remembered that he did not close the door.
The atmosphere was so embarrassing that even Walter on the side lowered his head and scratched his forehead with an index finger.
Fortunately, Jimmy moved at this time, and after a few groans, he opened his eyes.
He covered his head, and then when he saw the blood on his hands, he grimaced and gasped.
"How are you?"
"Ah... Captain... I have a headache."
"Do you remember what happened before you passed out?"
"Kiwu is here. The first mate asked me to call you. You ran to the bridge. Then the Crescent rolled sideways and I fell into the door...and I didn't know what happened."
Schliemann glanced at Ampton, who stood there smiling in a daze, pretending to be stupid.
"Go and find Xin Mo to take care of the wound."
Jimmy stood up unsteadily, and Apton quickly asked Walter to entangle Jimmy, and asked Walter to send Jimmy to find Xinmo.
He sighed, watched the two of them leave, and carefully closed the door.
"I hope the episode just now will not affect our friendship."
Schliemann almost laughed out loud in anger. He wanted to know if Walter had drawn his sword just now, how would Ampton round out his words now.
Since they have given us the steps now, then going down happily is the best choice. After all, looking for the fleet still requires the active radar of the royal family, Apton.
"When you encounter danger in the future, don't question my judgment. If you don't understand why I made the choice I made at that time, you can leave these questions to me afterward."
Seeing that Ampton was about to sit down, Schliemann quickly said: "Mr. Ampton, I have to work.
After such a torment, the feather energy and water must have been seriously consumed, and I need to recalculate the supplies. "
Ampton froze there, looking at Schliemann as if he refused to accept the reality: "What if the remaining supplies are not ideal?"
"Then we can only go back and replenish it first."
After a long time, Ampton sighed, looking lost.
There was a knock on the door, and Hill Peter's unique voice entered the room.
After he came in, he reported the remaining supplies item by item, which made Ampton frown.
"Okay, you go ahead and keep the current course.
Mr. Apton, you should go back and rest first. I will come to you after I draw the return route map. "
Hillpeter left, but Ampton hadn't left yet. He stood there and hesitated to speak.
"I know what you're worried about, and it's unnecessary.
It is impossible for us to return the same way we came. There is ghost fog floating on the route. If we can find an empty island for supply on the new route, we can re-establish the exploration route after completing the supply.
It doesn’t matter even if there are no empty islands for supply on the return route. We can return to port and rest for three days before setting off again. "
After Ampton left, Schliemann sighed.
Although I knew that this search would not be easy, it was really bad luck to encounter such a huge ghost mist from the beginning.
He pushed these negative emotions away from his mind, opened the navigation chart, and prepared to study the route.
Something appeared on the unfolded chart, and it stabbed Schliemann's nerves like a nail in his eye.
That's a hair.
This hair is not as golden as Ampton's, nor is it as black as his own.
It is maroon.
