The rusty iron chain connected to the heavy triangular anchor made a "clang clang" sound. The old hull of the Via swayed and made a squishing sound, giving people the illusion that the ship would capsize in the next second.
The dark sea was like a silky silk swaying, and the pirates on the deck were swaying up and down involuntarily, but the soles of their feet were firmly rooted to the ship.
"This broken ship is really rotten, I'm afraid it will suddenly fall apart one day." The bearded pirate pulled the rope with both arms, and the other two pirates struggled to fix the anchor on the frame. They couldn't stop complaining: "This broken ship is our captain's treasure. I heard from the boatman that every time the Via was damaged, the captain asked him to restore it to its original state. Whether it was the size, dimensions, or the position of the ship, they were all required to be the same. So, the Via is getting more and more broken, but everything is exactly the same as the first day it sailed."
"Oh, this is really bad." One of the pirates untied his belt and peed on the sea. His eyes suddenly blinked, and then widened, wondering: "There is a shadow under the bottom of the ship. Is it a reef?"
"There is nothing." Another pirate poked his head out of the ship and looked down. "Are you blind? Oh, you peed on the ship, you idiot."
The pirate who peed on the water shrugged his shoulders indifferently and looked around. When he found that no one was around, his mouth sank. He lowered his voice and asked sneakily: "Do you think what the First Mate said is true? The two bastards Bill and Charlie are dead, and the murderer is on the ship? "
"Bill and Charlie must be dead. Otherwise, they would have boarded the ship by now." Another pirate who looked old interjected in a gloomy tone: "No one wants to stay on this island except for the bodies, so the murderer is of course on the ship. In my opinion, I'm afraid it's the captain … Don't talk, someone is coming."
Several pirates were silent and looked at each other thoughtfully, observing a trace of chilling coldness from each other's expression.
In the Great Age of Pirates, there were as many pirates as there were carps crossing the river. Basically, anyone could change their profession with a sword. However, the prerequisites for the Navigator profession were extremely harsh. They were all high-end talents, and the density of them in the sea was enough to move a group of pirates to commit suicide.
Drawing a sea chart? Determine the route? Mark coordinates? Forecast the weather?
What the hell are these … they don't exist!!
For everyone in the Via Pirates, once the ship leaves the island, the island can be regarded as non-existent. Anyway, as long as the island disappears from their sight, it really disappears completely and they have no chance of finding it for the rest of their lives.
Of course, it's not necessary to belittle the Via Pirates because this kind of pirate group accounts for more than 90% of the pirate base. In the eyes of this group of real "adventurers", being able to sail the ship away from the dock without capsizing in the rainstorm is a great navigator.
So in Yarlin's eyes, the two-month voyage is simply a gamble. If he is not careful, he may really be lost in the sea forever and then starve to death on the ship.
Even if this is not the unpredictable and dangerous sea of the Grand Line, but only a corner of the East Blue that can be regarded as a novice area at best, Yarlin is absolutely unwilling to put his life on this kind of "roulette table".
Yarlin hates the behavior that is completely disproportionate to the reward, just like how he looked at the narrow space in the cabin with disgust at the moment. The entire bottom floor of the cabin is divided into two opposite corridors. In the middle of the corridor is a wrapped keel, and the corridors on both sides of the keel are crudely transformed into cabins.
The dim space, which was 30 meters long, 3 meters wide, and less than 2 meters high, was fixed with pieces of low-quality wooden planks. The wooden planks were covered with dirty bedding that emitted a dirty color. The entire cabin was filled with a strange smell. It was a special smell that was a combination of athlete's foot, sweat, mold, and damp water vapor.
Arlen's face was pale as he lay on the bed near the door. He had tried his best to get as close to the cabin door as possible. Thankfully, there was a hole in the broken door, and the cold wind and rain were pouring in from the outside. However, it still couldn't stop the terrifying stench from entering his nose and mouth.
The flickering oil lamp was quickly blown out, and the cabin fell into darkness. A few pirates who were playing cards muttered a few words, then scattered and climbed back to their respective beds. Soon there were all kinds of snoring sounds in the cabin, one after another like a tireless symphony.
This sort of vile environment was comparable to the time when Arlen had been abducted and sold by human traffickers when he was young. He had also been locked up in a ship's hold, and the same dark, enclosed space was filled with people. That was truly an infuriating memory.
He turned his body sideways and slowly closed his eyes, forcing himself not to pay attention to the smell in his nose and mouth. His body could not help but feel the shaking of the bed along with the hull. He tried his best to perk up his ears to listen to the movements in the cabin while thinking about the next plan in his mind.
"William has already fallen into the trap. Next, I just need to make a few arrangements, and he will be completely tied down by me. The chief officer is smarter than I thought, and smart people know how to restrain their impulsiveness. This way, the scale of my original plan can be expanded a little. For example, the number of people who will die tonight can be changed from one to two, well, three." Yarlin's ears twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed. There were three snoring sounds that were too close to him, and it was especially annoying. "The one I need to be most careful of is Captain Via. Without a doubt, he is the strongest person on this ship. Besides, he gives me an indescribable feeling of strangeness. Also, what is the captain's secret that Bill and Charlie spoke of before they died? This should be a decisive move between the chief officer and the captain. I need to test it out, this will affect my priority of dealing with the chief officer and the captain."
This was like a game where the role of the hunter and the prey were swapped. Both of them were hiding their thoughts and actions, waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal attack. However, at the corner of the room, there was a venomous snake disguised as a branch. It was hungrily licking its venomous fangs, deciding which fresh meat to devour first.
The order was very important!
Yarlin's breathing became steadier, and he felt his head getting heavier and heavier. His eyelids seemed to become dizzy ….
With the 'pervasive smell' and 'sleeping symphony', was he about to fall asleep?
Snoring ….
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