It's easy to come here but hard to go back.
The Crescent Moon was in a high position when the three of them came over, which was very convenient.
But the Crescent Moon was currently engaged in a battle with the ghost ship on the port side, and had no time to lower its altitude to cooperate with the three men's actions. The crew concentrated on the port side again, and the anchor cables anchoring the ghost ship were breaking one by one.
"Hey! Hurry up!"
Vivian was always worried about her king. Instead of fighting on the port side with the crew, she stood on the starboard edge and stared at her king nervously.
Without any slope, the three of them could only hang the safety rope on the anchor rope and crawl back a little bit.
The continuous sound of gunfire made Schliemann feel very bad.
He knew better than anyone how much gunpowder there was. In such a long battle, at least two-fifths of the ammunition had been consumed. Next, they had to get out of the ghost fog, so they had to save it.
Three anchor ropes broke at the same time, and the three of them were swinging in the air with the wind. All they could do was to hold on to the anchor ropes and wait for the Crescent's battle to end.
Schliemann, who tried to climb up a few steps, shouted at Vivian: "Go tell Hilpeter! Just run away, not board the ship this time!"
But Vivian still refused to leave, pulling on Ampton's safety rope and pulling up hard.
"Fuck! Ampton! Let her do the bidding!"
Even Apton's words didn't work. Vivian still stubbornly held on to Apton's anchor rope.
With the firing of artillery, shouts, and running, the crew were all busy fighting, and no one noticed that the ghost ship on their starboard side had tilted and sunk into the thick fog.
The power inspired by faith is huge. Driven by this power, Vivian, a woman, just pulled Upton, who was much heavier than her, from the side of the rocking ship.
However, when she happily pulled Ampton up from the rocking side of the ship, what she expected did not happen.
Without even looking at her, Hampton rushed to the forward deck and called a halt to the ongoing bombardment.
However, it was already too late. Gada had already led the crew to slide towards the enemy ship, preparing to deal with the last living force on the enemy ship.
Ampton ran back with a frown on his face. He first pulled Ampton up, and then Walter.
"It's too late, Gada has already passed with the crew."
Schliemann asked while untying the safety rope: "How much gunpowder is left?"
"Just half a bucket."
"Where are the cannonballs?"
"Less than twenty."
Schliemann frowned and rushed to the port side of the Crescent, followed by the two men.
Vivian, who was left out, felt extremely disappointed, and the fire that had been ignited in her heart just now was extinguished.
This is a not-too-distant flying ship, and it is full of holes that have been bombarded.
"Captain, there's kerosene!"
"Get it here!"
"There's wine!"
"Get them all! Go find the charts and logs!"
"okay."
Half an hour later, the steel spear that was fired was taken back.
Connie and Selu were hanging on the side of the ship, inspecting the damage to the air bags while recovering the steel spears shot by the enemy on the hull.
Under Connie's guidance, Sailu quickly learned how to repair the outer bag of the airbag. The two of them repaired the hole in the outer bag, one on each side.
Schliemann was in the captain's cabin, with two charts and two notebooks in front of him. One of the two notebooks he could understand, and the other he couldn't understand.
"Let's not talk about the notes first, let's talk about these two charts...
The last chart mark of the ships of your royal fleet is here..."
Schliemann said, making a cross on his chart with a pencil.
"However, this merchant ship from forty years ago, the last mark on the navigation chart is here..."
Schliemann drew hard on his chart, crossed the mainland island of Valance, continued eastward, and drew a cross.
"What does this mean?"
"This shows that the moving range of the ghost fog is far beyond our imagination. This is the first point. The second point is that there will be far more ships in the ghost fog than we imagined.
The third point, and the most important point, is that we cannot judge whether we are close to the destination of exploration based on the appearance of royal ships.
Now you hurry up and translate that logbook. I'll read this one and try to finish it today. "
The conjecture was denied, and Apton was very frustrated. He originally thought that the destination of the trip was an island within the ghost fog, but now it seems that this is completely impossible.
“Ah, by the way…there’s one more thing.
I don’t require Vivian to obey my orders all the time, but at least when a crisis occurs, she must obey my orders. If she can’t do this, then I will have to leave her behind when I return to the Twin Islands for supplies next time. That. "
Ampton nodded, agreeing with this.
Vivian is different from other crew members, and even more different from Schliemann. Obedience is the only virtue of the king's servants. Since Vivian refuses to carry out his orders, what she needs is to accept punishment.
But on the Crescent, he could not punish Vivian in front of Schliemann, because he was afraid that Schlieman would regard him as a tyrant.
The wine on the Ghost Merchant Ship is very good. After forty years of brewing, its taste is extremely smooth and has a unique fruity aroma.
Not only Schliemann, but also Apton, who was a member of the royal family, praised the wine and said that if Schliemann could bring the wine back to Valance, he could help Schlieman find a good buyer.
"Me? Apart from necessary supplies, I have no reason to return to Valance."
Schliemann stared at the logbook without raising his head, carefully reading page after page.
Ampton asked for trouble and had no choice but to continue translating.
As time went by, the more Apton read this diary, the more he felt something was wrong.
The fleet seems to be surrounded by a kind of bad luck, and the ghost fog is not the reason why the ship is left behind.
He became silent, and this silence alerted Schliemann.
In Schliemann's diary, there is a detailed record of a captain named Westmin's helplessness and struggle when encountering a large area of ghost fog.
This also resulted in a large area of records in this log being trivial matters during the voyage, with few clues that could really provide help.
The only useful thing here is the mention of a humanoid creature with black membrane wings on its back.
They live in this ghost mist. It seems that only women exist in this kind of humanoid creature. They seduce the crew on the ship with their beautiful singing and beautiful appearance. Once captured by them, they will be pulled into the air and escape into the dark mist. .
"Hey...did you mention anything important? Course, destination, etc.?"
Ampton shook his head, his eyebrows knitted together.
"Their ship is haunted, I'm still watching..."
"Haunted? What does this ghost look like?"
Ampton ignored Schliemann, and Schliemann came over to him. Even though he couldn't understand, he still insisted on reading.
On that piece of letter paper, in addition to scattered handwriting, there were a few drops of blood, and next to the blood there was a painting.
This painting depicts a person squatting somewhere and looking back. In his eyes, there is nothing but two black holes.
And in this black hole, some kind of black liquid is gurgling out.
