How to become a mermaid

Chapter 117 The Wrong Talent

On the vast sea, a big ship was sailing unsteadily.

It sometimes goes to the right, sometimes to the left, with the waves surging, erratic like a drunken man.

Not only the boat, but all the people on the boat were also staggering with the shaking of the boat, as if they were drunk, and they could only stabilize themselves by firmly grasping the fixed objects on the boat.

Such a wild and unpredictable sailing technique is the first time even for these experienced crew members.

They all complained incessantly, crying out in their hearts:
Confused!The captain is confused!
How can you give the boat to the mermaid, it will drive the boat into the deep sea, and let us all sink to the bottom!

It is a pity that such an indictment could not be heard by Mooney, as he was ranting at the moment.

"Turn the rudder to the right, turn right! Do you see the reef in front, if you don't turn, you will hit it!"

"Turn! Steer!"

Mooney stood beside Shamanlael who was driving the boat, pointing out the glass window and roaring eagerly.

The main control console was slapped by him, and this anxious look almost grabbed the rudder and drove it by himself.

"I know, I know, don't worry!" Shaman Lair also responded with a growl.

He turned the rudder vigorously, reversed the direction of the ship, and avoided the reefs in the sea area on the left.

As he turned the rudder sharply, the Moni had a violent displacement, and the huge hull drew a beautiful arc on the sea surface, causing a big drift on the sea.

The whole ship shook violently, and some crew members on board were thrown away by the unexpected drift, rolling on the ground like potatoes just poured out of a sack.

The crew rolled, but Mooney didn't. He was prepared in advance and grabbed the main console with his hands, and stood firmly on the floor.

A few clear fingerprints could be vaguely seen where his fingers held it.

Obviously, this is not the first time he has done this, and he has already caught marks.

The Moni has been sailing for a day now, but it has only just left the Apache Island for more than 50 nautical miles, and the distance from the Sailing Island is still [-] nautical miles away.

During the tortuous [-] nautical miles, the novice "Captain" Shaman Lear performed unique skills such as turning in circles, repeatedly jumping left and right, snake-like turns, and drifting at the speed of light.

Moni was dumbfounded by this series of operations, and even doubted his life.

He thought more than once, whether it was the worst decision he made in his life to hand over the boat to Samantel.

He lowered and lowered his requirements for Shaman Leer, from the initial target of [-] nautical miles a day, to [-] nautical miles a day, and then to [-] nautical miles a day.

In the end, until now, as long as he didn't hit the rocks, Moni was already content.

After narrowly dodging the reef, Mooney held his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow, and said to Shaman Lair, "You take a rest now, let me take the helm, and you can drive later!"

"Hmm..." Shamanel nodded sullenly.

In fact, he did not expect that he would become a "sea killer".

The sea is not the same as the land, it is eternally flowing.

And since today is the first day of the tidal moon just ended, the tide seems not to be stable yet, and sometimes turbulent waves will be rolled up and slapped on the ship, playing with the Moni in the palm of your hand, and making Shaman Lear become It is difficult to control the direction.

What's more, there is a roaring Moni on the side. The more Moni growls, the more confused Shamanlell's mind becomes, and the weirder the operation becomes.

Shamanlael looked at the rudder in his hand, and asked sullenly, "Do I have no talent for sailing?"

Mooney was tempted to say yes, but he didn't want to dent the little fish's self-confidence.

Moreover, even the old captain Moni couldn't do some operations of Shamanleir. Obviously, it's not that he has no talent at all, but "extraordinary talent".

Money took a deep breath, with a smile on his face, and comforted him gently:
"No, no, as a novice sailing for the first time, you have done a good job!"

He pointed to the group of reefs that had just been thrown away, and said, "Since we just hit a reef, why not shoot at it and let you practice the skill of firing cannons, how about?"

"Okay!" Hearing the firing, Samantel's depressed mood immediately rose back.

He "clicked", pulled down all the levers on the main console to control the weapons, jumped off the chair, and was ready to fire the gun.

However, as soon as he opened the door, Samantel saw an unexpected fish.

At this moment, Pochi was sitting outside the door with a pale face, his hands still firmly grasping the door frame.

He hasn't left yet, it's too close to Apache Island, and boats can be seen everywhere.

In order to prevent Pochi from being caught by other people, Moni originally planned to let Shaman Lear drive the boat to a sea far away from human habitation before letting Pochi return to the sea.

However, now this separation seems to be coming sooner, and Pochi can't wait, or can't stand it anymore.

Seeing Shamanlear come out, Pochi made a false call:

"My... son!"

He held Shamanlael's hand tremblingly, and shoved something into his palm tremblingly.

Shamanleir looked down and found that it was a large black pearl with lustrous luster and luster, which looked jet black and shiny.

It is about the size of a quail egg, and its bulging appearance looks very round and full, and it is particularly heavy in the palm of your hand.

Pochi held Shamanlell's hand, closed his palm, and said:
"Papa picked it up from the sea and gave it to you as a parting gift."

"It is a [Mirage Bead], which can record some phantoms. The façade records the image of Dad singing. If you miss Dad, put it in the sea water for a dip, so that you can see it from the sea. Father's reflection."

Boqi hugged Shamanlael again, and said: "You are driving the boat too hard, Dad can't stand it, so let's go first, you and Moni should get along well, don't quarrel!"

As if confirming these words, Pochi suddenly covered his mouth and let out a dry retch: "Ugh..."

After speaking, he shook his head and turned to leave.

Not long after, Shamanlaer heard a "boom~" sound of entering the water.

Pochi jumped into the sea, his graceful figure was swimming in the water, his long fish tail stretched freely, like a white ribbon.

It's just that, where he entered the water, there suddenly appeared a mass of suspiciously inexplicable blur.

The paste quickly spread out in the water, and it was vaguely discernible that it was the mince of some kind of fish.

Bo Qiyue died, and was shaken by Shaman Lear's boat.

But he held back and didn't come out in front of his son. Instead, he threw these things into the sea and gave them to the little fish to eat.

Seeing Pochi's figure disappearing quickly all the way, Shaman Rair scratched his head in embarrassment.

He clenched the big pearl in his hand and headed towards the lower cabin.

But a few minutes later, there was a roar on the Moni:
"boom!"

"Boom!"

Black cannonballs flew out of the ship.

They landed swiftly and precisely, blasting several black mist on the reef.

With a burst of pungent sulfur smell, this group of reefs was flattened under the sound of cannons!
Moni stood in front of the glass window of the power room with an extremely complicated expression.

The boat does not sail well, but the guns are so accurate.

So... this little fish of his focuses his talents on firing guns?
(End of this chapter)