Zhang Heng used these two days to train himself, eating the food Marvin had meticulously prepared for him. His stamina was rapidly recovering, and by the second night, he could walk around effortlessly. However, there was still a long way to go before he reached his peak.
There was no time left for him. At their current speed, they would reach Nassau by tomorrow morning.
He and Marvin had to deal with the corpse in the barrel by tonight.
After dinner, Owen came to visit Zhang Heng. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he told Zhang Heng to rest well and not worry about work. Zhang Heng expressed his gratitude. After that, Goodwin came over to chat with Zhang Heng about his life as a sailor on the supply ship.
Late at night, all the sailors climbed into their hammocks. Zhang Heng waited for another hour to ensure that everyone was asleep before he got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen through the constant snoring of the servants.
Marvin was sitting on pins and needles. Half of the candle on the table had burned away. He pretended to peel a potato in his hand, but his mind was not on it.
When he heard footsteps coming from outside, he immediately said, "Mr. Dufresne, I'm almost done. I'm going to bed …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he looked up and saw Zhang Heng walking in. He let out a sigh of relief. "Why are you so late? Do you know how many times I've been asked why I'm not going to bed? If this goes on, I'm going to be suspected. "
"Find an excuse to explain why you're not going to bed, or drag this thing out when everyone is awake. Which do you think is more dangerous?" Zhang Heng asked.
Marvin smiled sheepishly. "I'm not blaming you. I just think we have a safer way …"
Zhang Heng interrupted him. "The sooner we solve this problem, the sooner we'll be out of danger. Whether it's me or you. If you're really concerned about your safety, we should do it now."
Marvin did not say anything else this time. Together with Zhang Heng, he lifted the barrel.
The two walked out of the kitchen, through the corridor and storage room, and arrived at the door of the sailor's cabin.
Marvin took a deep breath. Just as he was about to take a step forward, Zhang Heng pulled him back. He then saw a pirate rubbing his eyes as he climbed out of the hammock. Perhaps he drank too much rum during dinner, he was woken up by the urge to pee. He left the sailor's cabin in a hurry, and after a while, he came back with his pants up and fell on the bed.
After another quarter of an hour, Zhang Heng nodded at Marvin, and the two continued to lift the bucket. The farmer's son felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He didn't know how he managed to move step by step to the ladder. It felt like a century had passed.
Any flipping of the nearby pirates or murmuring in their sleep made him tremble with fear.
It wasn't until they walked out of the forecastle and went up to the upper floor that Marvin felt a little less nervous. He lowered his voice and asked, "What should we do? Go to the deck?"
"What should we do? Do we go to the deck?" "No. There are patrols there, and someone is manning the helm. It'll be hard not to be discovered, "Zhang Heng said." The rooms on this floor were originally prepared for passengers. The windows are big enough to send the bodies out. How's the investigation I asked you to do? "
"Well, our original room is now occupied by the vanguard," Marvin said. "But the other two rooms are empty because they're too badly damaged. We don't have enough wood on the ship, so we can only leave them there for now."
"Very well. Lead the way then."
The two rested for half a minute, with Marvin in front and Zhang Heng at the back. They carried the wooden barrel to the second last room at the end of the corridor. Marvin looked at Zhang Heng, reached out, and knocked on the door. There was no response from inside.
The farmer's son then boldly pushed the door open. There was no one inside. During the previous battle, the room had unfortunately been hit by four cannonballs, and the walls on the side had almost disappeared. Since it was further away from the waterline, only a few wooden planks were nailed to the wall, and it was still leaking air.
Marvin put down the barrel and closed the door immediately. "Since we're here, let's throw the body off the boat!" he said hurriedly.
Zhang Heng stood in front of the broken wall and looked down. He then shook his head and said, "I can't. There are almost no waves tonight, and the landing point is too high. The people on the deck might hear the sound of the corpse falling into the water."
"Then what should we do?" Marvin's expression changed. "We can't wait any longer. This is the last night. If we don't get rid of the bodies …"
"I didn't say I won't get rid of them," Zhang Heng frowned. "It won't do me any good to drag them down. Go find a rope, wrap it around the bodies, and slowly lower them down."
"That's a good idea," Marvin immediately cheered up. "You're really thoughtful. Travelers are really different. I'll go find a rope."
As he spoke, he opened the door again, but the smile on his face froze.
The farmer's son's eyes were filled with horror. His bones were trembling uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, did I interrupt your date?" the uninvited guest outside the door said leisurely.
It was an old pirate with a beard and a tattered grey hat on his head. When he smiled, he revealed a mouthful of rotten teeth.
His eyes fell on the barrel behind Marvin, and he raised his eyebrows. "So, poor Vic has been staying there for the past few days?"
Zhang Heng made the decision in the shortest time possible, pulling out the gun from his waist and pointing it at the old pirate. However, the latter's expression did not change. "Believe me, son.
I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten. Let me tell you what's going to happen next. You pull the trigger, and I'll be killed. Well, I have no doubt about that. However, the gunshot will wake up the vanguard next door. You'll either be hacked to death while resisting, or you'll be captured and executed. I don't know which is worse. Considering your age and mine, this isn't a good deal, is it? "
Zhang Heng was silent for a moment. He realized that it wasn't a surprise that the old pirate would show up here tonight. He had probably been watching them for a long time, and he was just waiting for this moment to reveal his cards.
On the bright side, the old pirate didn't seem to have any intention of seeking justice for the bald man in the barrel. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the only one standing outside the door right now.
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