Sail Shadows in the Sea of ​​Fog

Chapter 10 Constipation Swallow Island

In the thick sea fog shrouded in the night, a three-masted sailing ship covered with black mildew and tattered sails crashed into the waves again and again, and driven by the wind, it persistently zigzagged in this angry sea.

This was the first night after the Valkyrie left the island. The sea was relatively calm when they left, and the terrifying crocodile did not cause them any trouble.

But by midnight, the sea conditions had become so bad that they completely shattered all of Cheng Lang's remaining beautiful fantasies about this strange world.

At this time, the candlelights in the lighthouses on both sides of the stern of the sailboat had been adjusted to the brightest level, and a sea fish oil wind lantern almost the size of an oak barrel was hung on the bow and the top of the mast respectively.

Even so, Cheng Lang in the indoor cockpit still couldn't see clearly what was on the sea. He couldn't even see the tattered sails of the ship.

His only choice at this moment was to trust the direction guided by the magic mirror hanging on the pillar behind the control panel.

Compared to Cheng Lang, who was highly nervous and concentrating on steering the boat, the lower cabin was exceptionally warm and dry.

Among the goods tightly fixed by the vines of the Wanghai vine, those vine goblins that were not assigned to work were either lying in hammocks or guarding the boiler, each holding a glass of mellow fruit wine in their hands.

Whenever waves flowed down from the ventilation grille above the head, before they could wet the floor, they were absorbed by the vines spreading everywhere and flowed out along the vines, leaving not even a trace of salt.

There were also some vine goblins in the cargo hold on the upper level. They had just finished their shift on the deck and were wiping their bodies wet by the sea water with towels, and using the warm and dry cargo hold to dry and warm up their cold bodies as quickly as possible.

On the upper gun deck, the Fujiman was lying on the stolen guns, stepping on the locked gun window baffles with his feet, completely preventing the wind, rain and waves from outside from pouring into the cabin. At the same time, he was ready to rush to the open deck to support their companions at any time.

Compared to them, the 23 vine goblins on duty on the open deck are undoubtedly the busiest.

They have to pay attention to the wind direction at all times and cooperate with Cheng Lang at the helm to adjust the sails to obtain maximum propulsion so that the ship can pass through this harsh sea area as quickly as possible.

The goblins can take turns and rest every 6 hours, but Cheng Lang, who is guarding the steering wheel, not only cannot get a minute of rest, but also has to keep his nerves tense at all times.

This was destined to be a busy and thrilling night. Several times, when huge waves hit, he thought the boat was going to be knocked to the bottom of the sea.

But the boat was much stronger than he thought. Time and again, it broke through the waves and returned to the surface of the sea, continuing to meticulously paddle in a zigzag pattern driven by the wind.

When this long night came to an end, Cheng Lang, who had been guarding the steering wheel all night, couldn't help but yawn.

In the second half of the night, the sea breeze began to get weaker and weaker, the sea surface became calmer and calmer, and the fog on the sea became thicker and thicker.

Compared to the first half of the night when he was always worried that the sea breeze would overturn the sails and the boat, in the second half of the night, no matter how he and the goblins changed course to find the sea breeze, the sails finally deflated before dawn and could no longer catch a trace of wind to propel them forward.

On the contrary, although the wind had died down, the strange ocean current pushed the boat into the thick fog.

But at this time, the sun had not yet risen, and even the ocean current had disappeared.

The best evidence for this is that the broken wooden board that Cheng Lang threw into the sea an hour ago is still floating in its original position, neither drifting away nor getting closer.

"Even an outboard motor would be helpful in this doldrums."

Cheng Lang, exhausted physically and mentally, sighed, finally opened the window and shouted hoarsely, "Relinquish the sail."

Cheng Lang hadn't finished his words when the first ray of morning sun jumped out of the sea level. The tattered sails also gradually turned back to their original white color as the sunlight moved downward.

"Never mind, that's all. No need to reef the sails."

Cheng Lang yawned again after he finished speaking. The vine goblins on the deck also released the vines they had just grasped.

"Thank you for keeping an eye on the situation outside."

As Cheng Lang spoke, he picked up the magic mirror and walked into the captain's bedroom. He placed the magic mirror casually on the sofa, and then he couldn't wait to take a hot bath and changed into a set of dry and soft pajamas.

When he walked out of the bathroom, the magic mirror said flatteringly, "Please rest in peace, dear Captain. I wish you a sweet dream."

"I hope so." Cheng Lang said and closed his eyes.

Thanks to the little crabs in the center of the ship who repaired the boat all night while sailing last night.

Although the blood mist that filled the entire ship has not yet dissipated, at least the big bed has finally been restored to its original state, and the Fujiman led by Goku has covered it with new bedding that they had looted.

In just a few breaths, the tired novice captain fell asleep.

"Captain, respected captain, wake up!"

Cheng Lang didn't know how long he had slept, and the magic mirror's urgent call shattered his dream which seemed to have just begun.

He got up and subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. Looking around in confusion, Cheng Lang had to once again accept the reality that he had come to a strange world.

"Is it windy?"

As Cheng Lang spoke, he staggered up from the bed.

Before the magic mirror could answer, bursts of shrill and terrifying roars suddenly came from outside the window!

Is that crocodile catching up?

Cheng Lang was startled and immediately ran to open the wooden door of the stern deck.

Just at this moment, another roar came from the thick fog in the distance. At the same time, he also found that all the vine goblins were standing on the deck or on the mast with nervous expressions, looking in the direction of the roar.

Seeing him coming, the vine goblin leading the way actually made a gesture of silence quite cleverly, and while handing over the telescope, he pointed to the right front where they were paying attention.

Seeing this, Cheng Lang realized that something was wrong and immediately took the telescope handed to him and looked over.

In the hazy fog, he could vaguely see a sea turtle lying on the sea in the distance, which was almost as big as their boat!
But around this screaming turtle, there is a dense circle of sharks!
The sharks jumped out of the sea one after another, biting off large pieces of flesh from the limbs, tail or neck of the big turtle!
Guru
Cheng Lang swallowed, put down the telescope and looked at the white sails. Unfortunately, the sails were still flat, indicating that there was no wind at all.

Looking at the sea again, the sea water around the sailboat has been dyed red!

I raised the telescope again and looked at the turtle. In just a short while, its two legs had been bitten off, and some sharks were trying to drill into the hard turtle shell along the broken limbs!
"Ugh——!"

At this moment, the giant sea turtle let out its last mournful cry, and its head weakly slapped the sea surface, splashing large waves.

This cry was like a horn, and the surrounding sharks became more and more crazy, scrambling to tear the flesh apart, and more and more sharks drilled into the bitten flesh.

Even the fog began to be filled with a strong smell of blood, and the expressions of the surrounding vine goblins became extremely nervous, and Cheng Lang's heart was also filled with fear.

Of course he had enough reasons to be afraid. He was afraid of such a big turtle, and he was also afraid of so many sharks that were big enough to kill the turtle.

Judging from the diving ability of those sharks, it would be easy for them to jump onto the deck of the Valkyrie.

By then, with just myself and those 72 vine goblins, I'm afraid that at most I'll only be able to feed them for one round!
This world, this sea, this route, is far more dangerous than I imagined.
Cheng Lang shivered uncontrollably, turned around and ran back to the captain's bedroom, looking at the magic mirror on the sofa.

The magic mirror obviously knew what he was going to ask, so it explained without him having to speak. "That's Swallow Island. As the name suggests, that giant turtle has the ability to swallow an island. It literally swallows an island." "Is it also a sea monster?" Cheng Lang asked. "What about those sharks?"

"Of course it's a sea monster. The wild island we left was actually guarded by it."

The magic mirror replied, "The shark is just an ordinary shark. Swallow Island has a huge appetite and eats everything. It is inevitable that a lot of indigestible food will accumulate in its stomach.

At this time, it will encourage the surrounding sharks to eat its body, and then let its shell sink into the water, cleaning up the indigestible matter.

"and then?"

Cheng Lang asked in amazement. He really couldn't understand how the sea monster came up with such a bloody method to treat constipation.

"Then the sharks that have feasted on his flesh and blood will be poisoned to death and eventually become nutrients for the Swallow Island. After about seven days, the Swallow Island will hatch again within his shell, reuse this sturdy shell, and continue to eat anything it sees."

The Magic Mirror changed the subject after introducing the topic, saying, "Dear Captain, this is a rare opportunity."

"What rare opportunity?" Cheng Lang asked suspiciously.

"There's a high chance of finding incredible treasures among the things that Swallow Island can't digest. Furthermore, this doldrums was also created by Swallow Island to prevent him from being disturbed during his nirvana rebirth."

The magic mirror flatteredly urged, "Don't you want to try your luck?"

"Okay, I'll take you there." Cheng Lang yawned and said.

"No, no, no, my body is too fragile."

The magic mirror said in panic, "How about you take an ordinary mirror with you? If I find something valuable, I will give you a signal, just like I did on that wild island..."

"Not interested in"

Cheng Lang yawned again as he spoke. He really didn't want to take any risks. The last time he killed the crocodile and caused such a big mess in the temple on the island, he was still able to survive. All this was purely due to luck. He was not sure that he could survive being surrounded by so many sharks.

"Then we can only wait patiently for seven days and then prepare to escape from here to avoid becoming food for the Swallow Island."

The magic mirror said noncommittally, "Until Swallow Island reoccupies his turtle shell, there will be no wind here, no ocean currents, and even the fog will not disperse."

"Are you telling the truth?" Cheng Lang asked with a frown.

"of course it's true"

The magic mirror showed the situation outside. "Look, those sharks have already entered the turtle's shell to eat the meat. They will soon be full and leave, and then be poisoned by the meat on the island. Then you can go through. There will be no danger."

"If I go over there, can I create wind and ocean currents to disperse the fog?"

"Of course, if you can help it clean out all the indigestible matter in its shell, it might even thank you. At least it won't eat our boat."

The magic mirror explained, "In general, it is a fairly docile sea monster, unless it is hungry, such as after its rebirth. That is when it is the hungriest."

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Cheng Lang asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Don't let his flesh and blood enter your mouth, not even a drop." The magic mirror's tone became much more serious, but it did not mention the consequences.

Hearing this, Cheng Lang nodded and said nothing more. After all, his understanding of the world at this point was still too limited. He could only believe whatever the magic mirror said. Before he met the next living person, he had almost no choice.

By the time he was mentally prepared, the killing had stopped in the hazy fog filled with a strong smell of blood, but the feast and carnival had just begun.

Under the vigilant gaze of Cheng Lang and Teng Xiao, more and more sharks jumped into the turtle shell that was bleeding.

Even though the distance was far enough, the sounds of biting, swallowing and even fighting were still extremely clear.

In just less than an hour, the sharks, whose stomachs were almost bursting with food, left their shells one after another and jumped into the water, disappearing. Only the strong and indissoluble smell of blood, the empty shell that had floated up, and a boat of onlookers hiding in the distance were left.

After more than an hour, the sea level around the sailboat returned to its original color, and the vine goblins relaxed a little.

But as the sea water became clearer, Cheng Lang discovered that the sharks that had just been feasting were all dead. They were in a strange, straight position with their heads down and their tails up, and they were piled up, one on top of the other, and suspended in the sea water around the turtle shell.

He took the small mirror handed to him by Fujiman, and a pale green hand immediately appeared on it, pointing in the direction of the turtle shell. This was the magic mirror's way of communicating with him remotely.

"Lower the boat"

Cheng Lang issued the order. He kept in mind the magic mirror's reminder not to let the flesh and blood of Swallow Island enter his mouth, so even though the sea water had become extremely clear, he still chose to row the boat over, which was safer.

Soon, as the vine goblins were busy pulling the vines, a small boat that was only big enough for three or five people was placed on the calm sea.

Climbing the rope net to the boat, Cheng Lang rowed the boat, gradually closing the distance between himself and the huge turtle shell.

It was not until he came in front of the turtle shell that he realized that this thing was probably even bigger than their ship.

Fortunately, the gaps between its limbs and its head and tail were not much higher than the calm sea surface, so he just jumped lightly and entered the inside of the turtle shell.

At this time, the blood in the turtle shell has been basically diluted, and only some black spherical objects with residual mucus remain inside the huge turtle shell.

The one nearest him was a pile of crushed swords, flintlock barrels, and half-melted solid cannonballs.

Cheng Lang used a mirror to check himself out. He saw his pale green fingers shaking more happily than a rattle. Obviously, this thing had no value at all.

With the intention of being a good person and doing good things, Cheng Lang used the oar as a crowbar and kindly pushed this spherical object with a diameter of two meters, which was completely round and almost perfect, into the sea.

Without this thing pressing down on it, the turtle shell even floated up a little. At least, his shoes didn't have to be soaked in sea water.

Looking at the second thing, this time it was a black and purple mass that looked like mud.

I looked in the mirror again, and this time the answer was given directly on the mirror in the form of a picture: it was a piece of shit.

There was no way to push this thing, so Cheng Lang decisively ignored it and looked at the third spherical object.

This is still a ball formed by the accumulation of metal objects such as swords, chains, and shells.

After carefully checking in the mirror to confirm his guess, Cheng Lang used the oars again to push the boat into the sea, and took the pile of turtle shit away with it.

In the splashing waves, the huge turtle shell floated up a little again.

Continuing on, more than a dozen such worthless iron balls appeared one after another. He even used up all his strength to push out the largest one.

After working hard as the director of the anorectal department, only two strange-looking things were left in the turtle shell.

(End of this chapter)