I can't play this game

But by chance, I went to the crew to arrange tomorrow's mission, and I happened to hear Medale discussing the cargo with his best friend on the deck.

It turned out that what was loaded on the ship was not any urgent supplies, but precious cultural relics that the director had looted from various places, trying to smuggle them into the port directly without telling the authorities.

I don't know the origin of those cultural relics, but it is clear that they must have been obtained illegally.

So I decided to hand over this batch of cultural relics to the authorities at that time. I don't care what they do with it, but the Marys Leicester will not do such illegal activities.

Unexpectedly, this matter was exposed that night.

Everyone didn't hide it, and said bluntly that this smuggling business must be done.

I also clarified my position, but I didn't expect that no one supported me.

In the face of huge financial interests, the deep friendship established in those waves seems to have disappeared.

Seemingly looking at the face of the captain for many years, they didn't kill me, but locked me in the captain's room.

Medale replaced me and led these sailors to drive the Marys Leicester back home. I originally wanted to record all this in the voyage diary so that I could take it out as evidence in the future.

Unexpectedly, I still did not wait until the day when the ship docked.

If I remember correctly, it should be the 13th day of our departure from Hong Kong.

Even in the captain's cabin, I could feel the violent jolt outside.

There was a strong wind outside, and the waves were churning all around.

At this time, Medale actually came to the captain's room and let me out. He told me that I had encountered a special situation, and the sea seemed to be alive.

At first I didn't quite believe it, I just thought he was inexperienced from the first mate to the captain.

But when I saw the surrounding sea, I was also taken aback.

I have never seen such a huge vortex, which seems to suck us into it together with the sky, and there are waves tens of meters high around it.

Fortunately, the wind direction here does not seem to match the waves. Relying on the precise grasp of the wind direction, I drove Maris Leicester to escape from the edge of the vortex in a thrilling manner.

Everyone on board also cheered and jumped for joy. At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten the previous estrangement.

But no one thought that the really terrible things had just begun.

Maybe they felt a little embarrassed that I saved their lives, so they didn't put me in the captain's cabin again.

On the second day after escaping from the vortex, the surrounding sea became as calm as a lake for some reason.

Although it is just a feeling, I always think that we have arrived in another world, and this is not the ocean I am familiar with.

At a glance, there were no markers to be seen, and the compass and various guidance equipment on the ship were all out of order.

Even our most trusted stars are completely gone at night.

We've completely lost our way.

People at sea are not afraid of the sea, because it is where we were raised.

But direction and purpose are very important to us, because the ocean is so big.

This aimless wandering lasted for about seven days.

Finally, there was not much food left on board, and the mental state of the crew members almost collapsed.

Until a crew member suddenly shouted loudly:

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? He is calling us!"

Then he began to sketch scary and weird images of underwater creatures on the deck.

We didn't stop it, because it was better than doing other stupid things.

But in the next few days, other crew members soon had similar hallucinations one after another.

Together with the previous crew, they knelt down to the monsters painted on the deck, and kept saying: We send you my faithful belief, no matter what you ask us to do, please guide us again.

These sailors have also experienced some strong winds and waves, and I didn't expect them to collapse so suddenly this time. I think maybe the bad things they did before made them uneasy.

I knew very well that it was just an illusion caused by insufficient nutrition supply and excessive mental stress.

As the captain of the Marys Leicester by military training, my military honor does not allow me to give up like them.

These guys who give up the bottom line for some money will never understand what a strong will is.

After another two days, except for me and the first mate Medel, almost everyone else was not normal.

Those sailors are like faithful believers, their eyes have been completely dull, and they regularly pay homage to the weird portrait on the deck, reciting weird poetry that they can't understand at all.

Maybe it was because of their repeated recitations, even the weird voice gradually appeared in my mind, as if someone was calling me.

But I know very well that it is just an illusion caused by long-term lack of nutritional intake.

Chapter 694 The Scared Sailor

I guess we must have reached a special sea area that has not been discovered.

The crazy actions of those crew members are becoming more and more incomprehensible, and some of them have even started to self-mutilate, letting their blood flow into the sea.

There are more and more weird symbols and graphics on the ship, but fortunately they didn't do anything to me.

Medale, who was still in the cab with me, also slowly began to go crazy like those crazy sailors, and what he uttered in his mouth was a series of weird words that people couldn't understand.

After another two days like this, Medale finally couldn't hold on and completely collapsed.

He fell to his knees on the floor of the cab and shouted loudly:

"I heard it! I heard it too! He is calling us! Edward, please pray to him with me! He will lead us out of this endless hell!"

I know that they are under great pressure at the moment, and I don't want to try to argue with him, so I just told him:

"Medell, you are crazy."

Unexpectedly, Medale replied with a silly smile:

"Really? If I'm really crazy, it's a blessing from heaven! I won't be surrounded by such fear. May the gods bless those who can maintain reason in the face of the harmful truth.

You can join us too, he is still benevolently calling us! "

I didn't want to waste my last energy on these lunatics, so I kicked him out of the cab.

But I have to admit that the hallucinations in my mind are getting worse and worse.

At night I dreamed that a gigantic sea monster affixed to my Marys Leicester and took the whole ship to the endless abyss.

Even though he didn't believe in any legends about sea monsters, the feeling of insignificance in the dream still scared him into a cold sweat.

And as long as I lie down, it's like someone is whispering in my ear. Whenever this happens, I will bite my arm to let the pain from it dilute the sweeping hallucination.

I don't want to become a bunch of lunatics like them.

Even in a new sea, if I sail in one direction long enough, I think I can get out.

Until one day two days later, when I felt that I couldn't hold on anymore, the scene outside the window finally changed.

A strange island appeared in front of me. It was a strange island that I had never seen before, and it was not marked on the sea map.

The whole island is like a huge weird building protruding from the water.

From the moment they saw the island, the crew became even crazier. They knelt down to the island, still speaking the same vague language.

No matter what they are, hope is rekindled in my heart.

At least some supplies can be obtained from the island, and if you are lucky enough to meet some islanders, maybe even know where we are now.

But when the ship gradually approached the island, the thoughts in my heart slowly changed.

Because I just can't believe anyone lives here.

There is no soil or plants around, and there are half-formed (or only half-formed in my understanding) stones everywhere.

They are also engraved with weird patterns, and what shocked me the most is that those patterns are very similar to the ones that the crew said on the ship.

Maybe they have been here before, otherwise they would not be able to draw that kind of thing under the ideology of madness.

I really can't understand the uncomfortable shape of the whole island, I don't know how to describe it, because the language and writing are a little pale.

I can only briefly draw some of them in my sailing diary.

Finally, after my ship broke a few stone pillars, it finally stopped at the edge of the island.

To my surprise, Medale and the rest of the crew did not disembark one after another, but opened the cabin.

Sure enough, as they said before, what was piled inside was not ordinary goods, but pieces of cultural relics from other countries packed in wooden boxes.

And those crew members searched back and forth among the wooden boxes.

I asked them what they were doing, but no one answered me.

It's just that there are a few people who keep chanting:

"According to your guidance, I offer you this heresy evil thing."

Eventually they found a flat square wooden box among the stacked boxes.

Everyone seemed to have found the most precious treasure, without any consideration for other cultural relics, and hurriedly got off the boat with the wooden box.

I don't know what they're up to, I just hope I can find some help in the morning to fix my boat and get out of the hell.

To be on the safe side, I decided to follow them first. After all, if they can draw similar symbols, it means that they must know something about this place.

Although I made some mental preparations, I was still taken aback when I saw the weird buildings that did not conform to the laws of physics in the morning.

Xingchen testified that I saw a crew member step into a square hole in a stone, and then fell from the top of his head and fell to the ground into a puddle of mud.

The others didn't care about the death of the crew, they just carried on with that wooden box.

But I don't know why, since I came to this island, the hallucinations in front of my eyes have become more and more serious. I always feel that someone in the surrounding mist is talking to me.

For a moment, I even felt like I was stepping on that horrible monster in my nightmare.

It is estimated that I have not eaten anything in the past two days, and I have exhausted my physical strength after landing on the island. In the end, I leaned down in front of a rock to let myself relax.

But I couldn't hold it any longer, so I accidentally fell asleep.

I can only vaguely feel the vibration under my body, and at the same time I can smell a strong smell.

I don't know how long it has passed, but several creepy screams finally woke me up.

At the same time, I could feel that the ground I was sitting on began to vibrate violently, as if some huge object was moving on the ground.

Thinking that there were some large animals on the island, I was awakened and hid behind the stone until I felt the violent vibration gradually disappear.

I cautiously walked towards the place where the sailors had just advanced.

At first, I was worried that the sailors had gone far away, and I could no longer catch up.

Maybe I just found out in the past that they were all dead.

At first I thought they were being attacked by monsters from the island.

But upon closer examination, they didn't have any fatal wounds on their bodies.

And although their postures are different, their faces all show extreme horror.

I am indeed not a doctor, but from the information obtained at the scene, I can only judge:

They may have been scared to death.

Chapter 695 Looking straight at fear

After all, they were already crazy like that, and they didn't have much remaining physical strength. It was not impossible for them to be scared to death by some huge monster that suddenly appeared on the island.

But to be honest, when I saw them all dead there, I was still terrified.

If it was under normal conditions on land, I would definitely leave this ghost place without looking back.

But at the moment, I don't have any thoughts of turning back.

The most important part of my life, the Marys Leicester, is out of control, and the sailors who have been with me through so many storms are now dead here.

Although my physical condition has recovered at this moment, I, who was a soldier, know very well that it is just a self-eating phenomenon produced by the human body after the physical energy is almost exhausted.

It is estimated that within a few hours, I will fall to the ground due to collapse, and I am afraid that there will be no chance to stand up again.

So I know the possibility of going back is very slim.

I hope to spend my last few hours doing something meaningful, at least figuring out what happened to us and why we are here.