Golden Fishery

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  The Great Black-tailed Pheasant is a 500-ton fishing boat in Halifax. It is more than ten years old and can be used for ocean fishing, mainly lobster and cod.

  This ship did not catch up. After it was built, the Newfoundland fishing grounds were almost closed. They could only go to the deep Atlantic ocean or even detour to the deep Pacific ocean to catch fish and shrimps, which often cost a lot of money but did not have a bountiful harvest.

  A year ago, Captain Ronald learned from the pain and decided not to go deep-sea adventures, but stayed offshore and devoted himself to lobster fishing. As a result, unfortunately, they encountered a lobster bacterial outbreak this year, and the lobster industry in the entire offshore area collapsed!

Originally Ronald was desperate, but I heard people say that there is a private fishery on Farewell Island. The owner of the fishery is a rich and stupid Oriental. After purchasing a fishery, he desperately spent money to raise fish and shrimps. After two years of breeding, the catch in this fishery has been very rich.

  After hearing the news, Ronald thought about stealing fish.

  In fact, whoever eats at sea has never done anything to steal fish from a private fishery? So Ronald became excited when he learned that such a fishing ground existed.

He is not worried that he will not be able to steal the fish. He is only worried that the news is false. If he can’t get enough fish to offset the oil bill and the crew’s salary, then he will be miserable. He doesn’t want to lose any more money. Up.

  Later, he asked someone to inquire about it. The news was very reliable, and it came from the Morrie family, who has a lot of weight in the entire North American seafood market.

  In this way, Ronald is ready to steal the fish. He has been following news about the fishing grounds of Farewell Island. He has heard that many people have gone to the fishing grounds to steal fish, but it seems that the monitoring of the fishing grounds is very strict, and no one can take advantage of it.

   Ronald doesn't care. He believes that these people did not steal the fish because of bad luck and insufficient ability. Judging from his experience of walking on the sea for more than 30 years, he stole the fish at midnight and evacuated early in the morning. This kind of thing is absolutely proper.

  With this thought in mind, he summoned his fishermen and set off quietly from Halifax, just approaching the fishing ground in the evening.

  Ronald will not do it directly. That is to give people a chance to catch him. He decides to dock the boat on the edge of the fishery for a day. This is called slinging and asking for directions. Let’s see how the fisherman reacts.

  If the fisherman comes to drive the next day. Then he can only search for catches in the fringe area. If there is no one to take care of it, then the next night will start when the real work begins.

  After dinner, Ronald asked First Officer Brian to take a fisherman on the night shift, and the others went to bed.

  But in the middle of the night, when Ronald got up and peeed at night, he just got on the deck and took out the guy. Suddenly heard a singing...

  Yes, a sound of singing was blown by the sea breeze, Ruoyouruwu, and came into his ears. The voice was mournful and sad. It was a young woman singing in a low voice, and occasionally there were people's sighs interspersed in it.

  At first, Ronald thought he was hearing hallucinations. This is very common. Life on the sea is boring. The human brain will automatically find some fun. Sometimes when you hear the sea breeze, you will imagine what music it becomes. Of course, you will find out if you listen carefully. This is auditory hallucination. The sea breeze is just the sea breeze, not country music or symphony.

   But this time Ronald listened carefully, but the singing became clearer, the more he listened carefully. The clearer the voice...

  It happened that the cold sea breeze blew over, and Ronald was blown by the sea breeze again after listening to the strange sound. There was a shiver, and the urination was abruptly held back.

  He thought it was the chief mate or the fisherman who was listening to music, but was listening to this kind of music in the middle of the night scaring people to death? So he walked to the cockpit angrily, ready to severely teach the people who scared him.

  But when he walked to the side aisle leading to the cockpit, his eyes swept toward the stern, his body suddenly became stiff, his whole body was erected, and even his blood was solidified...

  On the stern flanks of the Great Black-Tailed Pheasant, a dilapidated passenger ship wrapped in seaweed and water weeds was quietly floating on the water. It was only more than ten meters away from the Great Black-Tailed Pheasant, almost sticking to each other.

This passenger ship is indeed very dilapidated. The canvas on the mast was rotten into strips of cloth hanging on it. There were still some shells attached to the strips. The hull was rusty and broken in many places. There was also a big hole, and Ronald swore that he saw sea water poured into the big hole in the bow of the ship with the waves.

But what is strange is that this ship with a big hole in the bow did not sink and floated steadily on the sea. What is even more strange is that the waves are surging, and the Great Black-Tailed Pheasant is rippling with the waves. The ship seems to be rooted in the water, floating on the sea and barely move.

  Suddenly, Ronald’s eyes straightened, and a strong sense of fear enveloped him, as if ice water was pouring up along the soles of his feet, sealing him up and down.

  It's like those frozen cod in the ice cabin!

Fortunately, Ronald is also a good man who has experienced strong winds and waves. At the critical moment, he braced himself and bit his tongue with his teeth. With this pain, he regained control of his body, expelling fear and staggering in. The cabin not far away:

   "God! Satan is here..."

  Two big guys in the cockpit were sleeping, one lying on the bridge and the other lying on the recliner, with their feet still on a stool.

   Ronald rushed into the cab, hit a stool and tripped to the ground, and then he yelled in horror.

  The stool was knocked open, and the big man on the recliner opened his eyes in a daze, and said impatiently: "Who is calling? What is it? Hell?!"

When it was his turn to see that I was almost scared to pee, first mate Brian and the crew were still asleep, naturally angry, jumped up and put a kick on Brian, and shouted: "Get out of here! Fuck! Lao Tzu let go! You are on duty, not letting you sleep! You pigs! Damn pigs! Get out!"

  Ordinary small fishing boat, there is no particularly strict level, Brian was kicked in pain, got up and stared at Ronald and shouted: "I said old man, what are you going crazy? Are you obsessed..."

  I don’t know where the power came from, Ronald grabbed Blair’s clothes and dragged him to the door and pushed him out. Then he pulled the fisherman Walter and kicked him out with a kick on his ass.

Walter couldn't stand, and was hit by a kick on the side of the ship, and he suddenly took up a boss's bag. He shouted angrily: "God, God, Ronald is crazy! He must be fascinated by the devil! Don't do it! No, I'm quitting, buddy, good buddy Brian, shall we resign when we go back?"

Walter complained irritably to Bryan, only to find that the first mate who was in a good relationship ignored him. Instead, he looked at the stern of the boat with his mouth wide open and eyes wide, and he said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean? Damn it?"

  Walter turned around as he said, and then, hell! (To be continued~^~)