"Go to the cabin and block that hole, or we're all going to die here!"
The chief mate's eyes were red as he gritted his teeth and gave the order. His pair of bloodshot eyes were still fixed on the whale that had begun to dive rapidly. The rope at the end of the whaling harpoon was firmly tied to the thick main mast of the schooner.
Even now, he still hadn't given up on hunting the giant white whale.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." The rope quickly shortened …
"Be careful, hold on tight to the hull!" The first mate reminded the crew to prepare for the coming impact.
The next moment, the entire schooner was violently pulled by a huge force.
It tilted almost 45 degrees to the left. Fortunately, the barrels of whale oil at the bottom of the cabin perfectly acted as a ballast, preventing the whaling ship from flipping over.
However, before Faith could rejoice, he heard a loud crack in his ears.
The main mast of the Harpoon was … broken!
The last rope tied to the mast was naturally pulled into the water. The giant white whale that broke the main mast of the schooner regained its "freedom" with the harpoon on its body.
Roar!
At that moment, the sailors on the whaling ship were devastated.
A whaling ship that had lost its main mast had lost most of its power. Would this crazy whale give them a chance to repair the mast?
They didn't have to wait for long. The giant whale quickly gave its answer.
The seawater under the ship roared and rolled violently, surging along the sides of the ship.
It was as if even they had gained consciousness and had foreseen the impending danger. They desperately wanted to escape from the whaling ship.
The giant whale, which had already dived deep into the water, began to accelerate from a depth of a few hundred meters. Its strong body stirred the water, and the giant beast, which weighed more than 200 tons, rushed toward the bottom of the Harpoon like an arrow released from a bow!
The huge amount of seawater above its head was easily pushed aside without any hindrance.
The next second.
Boom!
In the explosive roar, the sailors on the ship were instantly sent flying by an irresistible force, regardless of whether they held on to the schooner or not.
"Ah!"
"Help —!"
The Harpoon, which bore the brunt of the impact, had its keel broken. The giant whale swung its tail and broke into two, capsizing with a loud bang.
In an instant, all the gains from a year at sea were gone!
However, the sailors who were lucky enough to survive the collision should not be worried about their gains over the past year, but their own … lives.
One of the whalemen came out of the water and swam with all his might to a nearby broken plank.
However, before his fingertips could even touch the wooden plank, a huge mouth full of sharp teeth had already bitten down on him from behind!
"Ahhh!"
The terrified screams stopped abruptly.
The white whale of an unknown species was obviously much more vengeful than the average animal. Even the sailors who had fallen into the water were caught by it and bitten to death!
When the Storm Horn, which was heading to the Kingdom of Tylon, passed by this place.
What he saw was a bloody massacre!
There was still a considerable distance before the group of people who had noticed the movement on the sea gathered at the bow of the ship.
"It seems to be a violent creature!
The whaling ship was truly unlucky to have encountered an opponent that it could not resist at all.
I just don't know if this white whale has achieved stable reproduction and become a new group of demonized creatures. "
Milan's Eye of Misfortune was about to end in a few days, and her mental state was obviously much better than before. At the very least, she had recovered from the shadow of "Angel's Descent".
Of course, she would not gloat over the misfortune of those who were even more unlucky than her. She simply spoke out her speculation as if she was talking to herself.
"This might not be a coincidence."
Next to her, Ambrose, who was still fully armored, frowned and said.
In fact, dozens of kilometers away, Elvin's seabirds had already sent back images of the whaling ship's activities.
However, the Storm Horn was sailing at full speed in the first place. Even if Elvin wanted to save the whalemen, there was nothing he could do.
Hearing that Ambrose seemed to know some secrets, he could not help but be curious. "Is there something strange about this?"
Ambrose did not purposely hide anything. Although it was internal information of the church, it did not involve the church's secrets and was not within the scope of confidentiality.
"This sea is called the Adriad Sea. It is also the land of the ancient Black Sea God, Hipponoa …"
The Adriad Sea was somewhat special in the entire Black Sea. The climate was very good, and the fishing resources were very rich.
Moreover, it was not an area controlled by any modern country. Fishing boats from various countries could freely come and go. Logically speaking, it should be a very famous fishing ground.
But on the contrary, very few fishing boats dared to come here to fish.
According to the legends.
This was actually the hometown of the ancient Black Sea Goddess, Hipponoa, who was temperamental. Under the protection of her divine power, she could always enjoy peace and prosperity.
But because the residents who used to live here (mainly fishermen) had committed evil deeds against the gods (see Chapter 239: Sea Witch for details), while this sea was blessed, it was also cursed at the same time!
Any act of fishing here would anger the goddess, and the end result was, without exception, being buried in the sea and eaten by the fish!
Therefore, the residents living nearby would never fish in this sea no matter how hungry they were.
Only desperate gamblers and speculators who only had whale oil in their eyes would risk their lives to challenge the authenticity of the ancient legend.
Of course, judging from the current situation, they had obviously lost the bet …
"But no one would have thought that although this ancient sea goddess had been sealed, she still had the power to maintain the curse."
Ambrose told Elvin and the others about the history and legend of the Middle Sea Witch recorded in the church's ancient files.
Her origin, 800 years in the Black Sea … until she was sealed more than 300 years ago, when the Age of Great Voyages came about!
"For this former sea goddess of the Black Sea, she had suffered a tragic fate.
After suffering such a tragic past, there was indeed a reason to take any revenge.
But … in the end, she blocked the path of human development. "
Although the audience sympathized with the experience of the ancient sea goddess, Hipponoa, from the standpoint of human beings, if they were the decision-makers, they would have made the same decision on that day more than 300 years ago!
But to witness such a mythical story with his own eyes, Elvin, a country bumpkin who had never been out of the country except for Ilya and Faletis, was a novelty.
Strictly speaking.
This international mission was Elvin's first step out of the bathtub in front of his house, and there were too many mysteries like the Adriad Sea waiting for him on this magnificent and magical sea.
While they were talking, the Storm Horn had already approached the sea where the "tragedy" had just happened.
Just as Elvin was hesitating whether to interfere with the punishment from the gods, he realized that this battleship was not to be trifled with.
Roar —
After a long cry, the giant white whale, which had seen that the situation was not good, dove into the water and disappeared.
In the end, it let the remaining survivors go.
Well, to be more precise, there were only two people.
One was the first mate, Faith, who had suffered a great blow and lost her companions, friends, and career.
The other was still shouting incoherently even after being rescued on the ship. "Forgive me! Hipponoa! Great! Goddess! … "Pips, the gambler, and so on.
Looking at the two of them, Elvin had no interest in asking any questions.
No matter why they came to this blessed and cursed sea to hunt whales, it had nothing to do with him. He waved his hand dispiritedly.
"Prepare a place for the two of them to stay. When we reach Nisk, let them off the ship!"
Elvin's words made Faith's eyes shine a little.
The former first mate seemed to have only just realized that he was saved. He slowly bowed in the direction of Elvin before leaving with the sailor like a marionette.
The Storm Horn set sail again and continued to advance towards the Kingdom of Tylon.
The Adriad Sea returned to its usual tranquility and peace.
But after a long time.
Amidst the surging waves, a pair of beautiful eyes suddenly opened amidst the snow-white waves. She looked in the direction where the Storm Horn had left, cold and merciless!
.....
The rest of the journey was peaceful.
Elvin spent most of his time in the specially modified laboratory on the ship to study and research as an apprentice.
Occasionally, he would come out to interact with Milan and the others, fishing, practicing his swordsmanship, and occasionally, when he was in the mood, he would personally show off his cooking skills.
Take swordsmanship as an example.
Even among the most basic sailors, there were three lucky ones who could receive swordsmanship guidance from the captain every week.
And thanks to Elvin's large number of "potions" during this period of time, he would often take out a few bottles as rewards for outstanding performances.
Some of the newcomers who had just joined the Storm Horn felt their improvement speed before and after boarding the ship, and were surprised to find that:
The most valuable thing about being a crew member on the Storm Horn might not be a bright future, but a chance to become a Transcendent!
Under normal circumstances, they would not even dare to think about it before they became official officers.
Their mentality and cohesiveness, which were already very motivated, were once again unprecedentedly high.
Elvin's most intuitive feeling was that the crew on the ship did not slack off like they did on other ships.
It was as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They mobilized all their subjective initiatives and commanded the battleship as if it had come to life.
This situation was easy to understand. No matter which world the employees were in, their thoughts were very simple. "Don't talk to me about dreams. My dream is not to go to work, so let's only talk about money!"
Therefore, Elvin never talked about dreams with his crew members (well, the occasional mental interference did not count).
Elvin had concluded that every captain had their own commanding style.
Some turned every crew member into a part of a machine, simple and efficient, while some boldly delegated power and let the professionals play their roles to the fullest.
And Elvin naturally had that too.
The generous distribution of spoils, swordsmanship guidance, personal rewards (potions, etc.) were his strongest management methods!
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