How to become a mermaid

Chapter 91 It's Important Whether You Can Fly

After Shaman Lair told Hawke about his contact with the ship spirit, the one-eyed sailor showed a solemn expression on his face.

He said "wait a moment" to Shamanleir, and then hurriedly ran to the cabin on the bottom floor, as if he wanted to find the ship spirit himself for verification.

The communication between one person and one fish took only a few minutes, and Shaman Lair had already completed his task.

And not long after Hawke left, the fleeing clothes were all caught.

They were all shut up in boxes and tied tightly with ropes.

"Boom, boom, boom!" From time to time, there was a dull banging sound in the clothes box, as if the things inside were expressing dissatisfaction.

The clothes were struggling desperately in the box, and my restless heart was still stirring.

They want to be released, and they want to show their charm to the world.

But how can mere clothes shake strong sailors and thick hemp ropes? Their struggles are in vain.

In addition to clothes, pots and pans flying around were also caught.

They didn't struggle like clothes, or they knew that they were very fragile, bumping and bumping was not good for their health, so they were honestly put in boxes and taken away.

Without the partner who was messing around with, even the wall lamps in the corridor are honest, quietly emitting their own light.

Everything returned to the tranquility of the past, as if nothing had happened just now.

Animated objects seem to be contained, except for... Planck's notebook!

After watching the excitement, Shamanleir originally wanted to continue today's task of copying notes, but before he could do anything, Planck's potion notes all floated towards him by themselves.

Not only can it float by itself, but there is also a mouth on the cover of each notebook.

These mouths are very abstract, consisting of only a few lines, as if drawn with stick figures.

"Question: What is the name of my master!"

The mouth on the notebook opened and closed, asking questions to Shamanlael.

Although Shamanleir didn't understand what it was doing, he replied cooperatively: "Planck!"

"The answer is correct!" The mouth on the cover of the note lifted up, revealing a satisfied smile.

Surrounded by these notebooks, the four mouths above opened their mouths together and said in unison:
"You now have access to me!"

After speaking, they turned to the first page.

Ah... so it is.

Shamanleir immediately understood that Planck's notebook seemed to have a soul, able to think and speak alone.

It's just that their soul forms are not human forms, but the mouths on the cover.

It's really interesting, Shamanleer reached out to catch a notebook, and turned the pages casually, wanting to open it and read it down, but the pages of the notebook seemed to be stuck with glue, and they couldn't be opened no matter what.

"Question: What color is the sea worm in the record on the first page?"

"..."

Hearing that the notebook asked him another question, Samantel had a bad feeling, wouldn't it ask a question every time he turned a page?

What happens if you get it wrong?

Shamanleir was a little curious, so he replied, "Blue?"

"Crack!" The notebook was instantly closed.

The cover's mouth bent down, made a dissatisfied expression, and shouted in a noisy and sharp voice:
"Wrong answer! Wrong answer! Wrong answer!"

The sound came one after another, and it sounded extremely harsh, and Shamanlell felt that his eardrums were about to be punctured.

After yelling, the notebook asked again: "Ask again: What color is a sea worm?"

"Red!" Samantel covered his aching ears, this time he didn't dare to mess around anymore, and answered correctly.

"The answer is correct!" The notebook was satisfied this time, and instead of yelling, it took the initiative to open the next page for Shamanlale.

Seeing this scene, Samantel scratched his head in a bad mood, and he really guessed right!
It would be nice if he had a good memory, but...

"Question: What color is the porous sponge?"

"White?"

"Wrong—! Wrong answer!!!"

"..." Answered the wrong answer again, Shamanlell covered his ears speechlessly.

Planck, your laptop is so noisy!

..............................

On the evening of the second day after Shamanleir delivered the news, Mooney, who had not been seen for many days, followed Hawke back to the ship.

Compared with the clothes in the fashion show in the cabin last night, his current image is sloppy.

The originally neat and meticulous black hair was curled up and lying on the top of the head in a mess. There was no hairstyle at all, as if it hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and the clothes on his body became crumpled, as if they were taken casually. Same as the one on.

Apart from the overall cleanliness, it doesn't look like he was a decent person before.

Mooney doesn't have time to manage his image now. He hurriedly walked to the lower deck of the cabin while questioning Hawke: "The keel is about to break, so you didn't find any problems?"

"You are my deputy captain! You should have a clear grasp of all the details of the ship while I am away!"

"Captain, you can't blame me for this!" Hearing his question, Hawke showed an anxious look on his face.

"You should know that we check on the ship every day, but no matter how carefully we check, we can only find some problems that have already occurred. The keel is just about to break, but it hasn't broken yet. How can we find it?"

"It's not because of our improper inspection, but because of the aging of the material. If the ship didn't say it, who would have known it was under such a great pressure?" Hawke eagerly defended himself.

After finishing his defense, he said in a low voice: "Besides, those three sails are for you, the captain, to install."

"The Moni was really able to withstand it before! And I estimated that if it is well maintained, its service life should be 50 years, not now!" Moni angrily refuted Hawke's words.

"But it's really old now." Hawke muttered again.

Hearing his words, Money clenched his fists.

Doesn't he know the character of these sailors? There is no strictness and responsibility at all. He usually asks them to take care of them carefully, but as long as he, the captain, can't see it, he will be sloppy.

"Stop talking! I don't care if it's your problem or mine, the focus now is how to solve this trouble!" Money stopped Hawk's complaints with an annoyed expression.

He is very disappointed with Hawke now. After discovering the problem, Hawke's first thought was to shirk responsibility instead of suggesting a solution.

"We can't let the Moni be destroyed like this!" said Moni.

"Remove one of the sails, or replace it with a smaller sail." Hawke suggested.

Hearing Hawke's words, Money became angry.

He glanced at Hawke with disappointed eyes, feeling that his idea of ​​making Hawke the captain of the new ship was very stupid.

It should be said to be extremely stupid!

Hawke is not suitable to be a captain at all, he can only be a sailor in his life!

"Without those sails, the ship can't fly at all! It's too big, and it needs such big sails to drive it!" Moni said.

"Then...then don't fly! Abandon the sails directly, so that the ship can run faster, maybe it can catch up to the speed of flight, and there are no pirates on our route that can threaten us. You don't need to fly to avoid danger!" Hawke said again.

"..." Hearing his answer, Moni was speechless.

"Do you think we can come to this island if our ship can't fly?"

"Do you know how much food I can take with me every time I come to Apache Island, and how much profit I can make?"

"It's not just Apache Island, the waters around many islands are impassable at all, you can only fly up!"

"And a flying boat and a non-flying boat arrive at the same island, and the treatment they receive is very different!"

"I let the Moni fly in the sky, not just to make it faster and save a little time!"

"The ability of a ship to fly is itself a symbol of strength!"

(End of this chapter)