Huff huff … Huff huff …
Panting heavily, the ship's doctor kneeled on the ground like a pile of mud. His face was filled with horror. There was a bloody hole on his shoulder blade that was still gushing out blood. The more fatal wound was a finger long wound on the left side of his ribs. It was slanted from the chest all the way to the side of his ribs. One could even see the mangled ribs.
"He really wanted to kill me. Just a bit more, just a bit more! If I hadn't struggled free at the last moment and dodged, that knife should have directly pierced my heart. "
The ship doctor's entire body trembled. He raised his face that was distorted from pain and fear. "Aiya!" His opened lips were full of white saliva that had stuck together into silky threads.
"Shaquille, did you not eat?" The first mate Lowe frowned. His faint voice was like a malicious spirit asking for a life, making the ship doctor's entire body tremble. His cheeks trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered and he couldn't speak clearly.
"I didn't think that the ship doctor would have so much strength. It won't happen again." Shaquille stared at the ship doctor's limp body, a cruel smile flashing past his eyes. He took a step forward and reached out to grab the ship doctor.
"Ah —"
Like a frightened quail, the ship doctor cried out in alarm.
"Shut up!"
Lowe shouted. The ship doctor immediately became silent. Lowe squatted forward, the blood-stained knife pressed against the ship doctor's neck. A layer of fine goosebumps appeared on the ship doctor's skin. Lowe grinned viciously. "It seems like you have something to say to me."
The ship doctor's entire body trembled, and he nodded his head like garlic.
"Very good. My patience is limited. Hurry up and say the last thing, and spit it all out in one go." Lowe casually tossed the knife to Shaquille. Then, he picked up a low chair and placed it in front of the ship doctor. He sat down and looked down at the ship doctor from above.
Drip drip drip …
The ground was dyed red with blood. The ship's doctor sat on the ground with a pale face, not daring to move. His ears were filled with the sound of his blood loss. His brain didn't even have time to think as he quickly spilled out everything he could. He was even afraid that he didn't say enough and didn't dare to hide anything at all.
The corpse could move!
There were black lines in his eyes!
The strange heartbeat, the horrifying scene in the corpse, the egg-like heart!
The corpse could speak, and it was calling out the name "Via" …
As time passed, the ship doctor's voice grew weaker and weaker. Lowe, Shaquille, Gucci, and Gansivier's complexions also turned pale.
The former was a symptom of excessive blood loss, while the latter was purely a result of being frightened by the ship doctor's words … Are you sure you're not telling a ghost story in the middle of the night?
The atmosphere became more and more solemn, and the breathing became more and more suffocating. Perhaps because the "story" was too horrifying, the attentive audience did not even have the time to question or interrupt, allowing the ship doctor to tell the "truth" smoothly.
When the ship doctor spat out the last word, a full half a minute later, Sharkey swallowed his saliva fiercely and spoke, breaking the deathly silence.
"How is this possible? Isn't this … "
Lowe suddenly stood up, staring with bloodshot eyes, and coldly said, "Enough. Although it's hard to imagine, it should be true … Haha, Via, I still underestimated you."
"Gansivier, bandage our ship doctor." Lowe ordered Gansivier, then looked at the ship doctor and coldly said, "I think Captain Via probably doesn't know that you know so much. Don't be afraid, I won't let Captain Via hurt you."
The ship doctor was truly in despair. He looked at Lowe, wanting to cry but unable to say anything.
*****
William took out a piece of paper from under his pillow and opened it. The small line of words on it made his pupils shrink. The handwriting was as follows: "I know it's you, Zero, Anchor. Bill. "
The handwriting was signed off by Bill!
William clenched the note in his hand and looked gloomily at the entrance of the lower cabin. Yarlin's bed was empty. He retracted his gaze and lay back on the bed, muttering to himself, "It's Yarlin."
Time was ticking slowly. There had been a lot of strange things happening on the Veya in the past two days. An invisible sense of oppression was spreading in the humid air. All the pirates could feel the undercurrent surging, and a storm was brewing.
The life of licking blood on the tip of the knife is always more sensitive to the fermentation of danger. The oil lamp was blown out, and the cabin was strangely silent. Occasionally, there were a few whispers, but they soon disappeared.
Zero!
William got up from the bed, not feeling sleepy at all. He touched the ice-cold dagger in his chest before tiptoeing outside. His heart was abnormally frustrated and anxious.
The deck of the ship was pitch black, and there was not a single person in sight. Only the sound of the sea breeze tearing at the pirate flag day and night could be heard. William looked around and inexplicably felt that the Via, shrouded in darkness, was so eerie. The skull flag above his head seemed to come alive and let out a "hoarse" laugh.
The deck was a little slippery, and his feet made a "squeaking" sound when he stepped on it. William walked to the right side of the ship, where the anchor of Via was hanging. The huge rusty anchor was wrapped in a circle of yellow rusty iron chains. William frowned, he didn't see Yarlin.
"He didn't come?"
William looked around, but still didn't see Yarlin's shadow. "Could it be that I was wrong? It's not Yarlin, but it can only be him who signed off with Bill."
It seemed to be different from what he expected. William was even more irritable. Just as he was hesitating whether to leave or not, a strange sound came into his ears.
How should he describe that sound? It was like the sound of a needle and thread piercing through flesh, or the sound of a small blade scraping against wood chips. In short, it was extremely strange and out of place with the sound of the surrounding waves.
William turned around, but there was no one behind him. He looked around, but there was also no one. He suddenly stared straight ahead. The anchor was fixed there, motionless, and the sound came from … from outside the ship.
On the turbulent sea, a lonely and shabby pirate ship, you're telling me there's a sound outside the ship?
William stood in place, holding his breath. After a few seconds, he was sure that the sound came from outside the ship, and the sound was getting clearer and clearer. It seemed that something was approaching.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he took out the dagger in his arms. After a while, the sound suddenly disappeared, as if that thing had stopped moving.
"Yarlin?"
William called softly, but there was no answer.
Reason told William that he should leave immediately, but for some reason, he couldn't move his feet at all. Thus, he gritted his teeth and took two steps forward abnormally slowly. This way, he was completely close to the ship's anchor. Then, he swallowed his saliva and raised the dagger high above his head. Suddenly, his head quickly stretched outwards.
Four eyes met!
It was Bill!
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