"Ghost ship! It's the first time I've seen this kind of ghost."

"It looks old. Judging from the damage to the bow, it should be a large warship."

"I don't know if there will be treasures on board!"

After witnessing the ghost ship, the first reaction of many passengers is curiosity and excitement, followed by fear and doubt.

"It's disgusting." Charlene turned her head away in disgust.

"It's really disgusting."

Yale also disliked the smell of the boat, which was full of decay and stench, reminding him of the bottom of the **** lake.

"Kevin, Kevin! Where did that slacker Kevin go?" On the deck, Captain Feiwen shouted to and fro, but couldn't find the helmsman of the night watch.

"Ship, captain." A thin sailor stumbled over, clutching a blanket in his hand.

"Kevin's blanket?" The captain grabbed it and sniffed it close to his head. A body stench rushed to his forehead: "It really is Kevin's blanket. Where did you find it?"

"By the stern rail..." the sailor replied with a sad face.

"Hi..." Fei Wen took a breath, sweat dripped from his bald head, he took out a handkerchief and wiped it, his voice was a little dry: "Look, look for me carefully, he must be hiding somewhere to be lazy."

"Yes." The sailor also seemed to grab a life-saving straw, turned around and ran into the cabin.

"Alas!" The captain clenched the blanket tightly and sighed heavily.

The sun rose amid the voices of the passengers, and the fog was no longer gray, but red. It turns blue, and the place where red and blue meet is viscous purple, and then it doesn't change.

The fog was like a vast, vaguely moving cliff. It is like a high wall rising from the sea, separating the Maria from the world in the distance, and not even sunlight can penetrate.

At first, everyone didn't care, but they were amazed. It's not surprising that the sea fog in this season lasted for a few days. At most, they were only worried about the time of the trip.

It was not until a week later that the fog still showed no sign of dissipating, and no one began to worry.

Inside the Knights' Room

Charlene was wearing a silk pajamas, lying on her back on the bench, leaning her white and smooth feet against the armrest, opened a logbook, and turned the pages aimlessly.

After a while, she stopped and stuck the logbook to her face: "It's so boring."

After waiting for a while, no one responded. She found that her companion was well dressed and was about to go out. She sat up quickly: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to have a look on that ship." Yale said, pushing open the door.

"Ghost ship? It looks very close, but it's almost a hundred feet away. Are you going to swim over it?" the girl asked curiously.

"Is this difficult for us? I always feel that the ship is very strange, and I always feel a little uneasy if I don't look at it clearly."

"Then wait for me, let's go together!" Charlene opened her suitcase and took out a set of old clothes she disliked the most.

The two trot to the left of the Maria and saw the bald captain and several sailors stripped naked and sitting by the railing in only shorts.

"What are you doing?" Charlene pretended to cover her eyes. In fact, she could see everything through her fingers.

"Hehe..." Fei Wen covered his lower body embarrassedly and said a little shyly: "I have been running at sea for half my life, and I have never encountered such a big fog. How do you see this ghost ship? Because I was worried about the accident, I didn't dare to get close to the hull, so I decided to swim over to find out."

"Then?" Yale noticed that the guardrails had been soaked with sweat under the butts of several of them, presumably they had been sitting for quite a while.

"And then, none of us dared to jump down first..." The bald captain gave a few sailors a hateful look: "You bastards!"

"This...this..." Several sailors faltered, unable to speak.

"You guys still stay here, Charlene and I will go and see." Yale admired the captain quite a bit. Although he didn't have the guts to jump off for a long time, having this determination is already a great thing for ordinary people. .

"Wait a minute!" The captain shook his fat body, ran into the warehouse with a few sailors, and returned with a large iron chain.

"Isn't this the iron chain I used?" The boy was a little surprised. This iron chain was the safety chain for him to cross the Mediterranean Sea.

"Yes, use this. If something happens, you will cut it off. We will drive the ship and ram it over to save you! Don't look at the Maria as a merchant ship, but I modified it from a warship, and its impact is absolutely fine. !" Bald Feiwen patted his chest and assured.

"Okay!" Yale tied the chain around his waist and jumped into the sea with one step.

As soon as he emerged from the sea, there was a splash of water around him. He knew that Charlene jumped down too.

The distance of hundreds of feet was really nothing to them, and the two of them swam to the ghost ship without even changing their breath.

Click! Yale grabbed it, and a deep pit was cut out of the rotten hull. He swapped his left and right hands, and kept creating one pit after another, climbing up the hull.

I don't know how long the ghost ship has been soaked in the sea water, and the hull is crisp and soft, just like boiled konjac.

The teenager had to change hands quickly, otherwise, the crispy hull would likely fall off immediately, throwing him into the sea again.

"Hurry up, hurry up, really slow, like a snail!" Charlene grabbed the iron chain on his waist and followed him forward with ease, not forgetting to be good when he got a bargain.

"Shut up! Either let go!" Yale's nose crooked with anger.

After more than ten seconds, the two climbed onto the deck full of silt and seaweed. Charlene jumped around in disgust, feeling like she had nowhere to stay.

Yale tied the end of the chain to a keel and walked straight to the wheelhouse. The black flames roasted, and the already tattered wooden door suddenly fell off, exposing a small space full of silt and dead fish.

A rotten and fishy smell came to my face, but compared to the bottom of the lake in Desa Village, this smell was not worth mentioning.

He kept drying and smashing the silt, the narrow space quickly expanded, and the last complete wheelhouse was cleared out.

However, nothing strange was found.

After checking the wheelhouse, he walked non-stop to the aft cabin, and only saw a lot of seabed plants and mud.

Next, they checked the passenger cabin, cargo hold, and storage compartment one by one, but did not see any living creatures.

After some searching, the time was gradually approaching evening, and in this dense white fog, there was no difference in the sky.

"Let's go, there's nothing to gain. It seems that this is just a rotten boat that happened to meet the submarine movement and floated up by chance." Charlene pinched her nose and couldn't wait to leave.

"Okay." Yale looked around the ghost ship, but still couldn't find any clues, so he picked up the chain and tied it around his waist and jumped into the sea.

"Captain, they're back!" a sharp-eyed sailor shouted, pointing to the sea.

"Idiot!" Fei Wen took a big eared melon seed and made him turn around flatly: "Turn around quickly, didn't you see the female knight going ashore? Aren't you afraid of death?"

After he finished speaking, he first turned his back to the sea, and several sailors followed him to the side.

"Who are you?" Yale briskly climbed up the deck along the chain, seeing them with their backs to him, he couldn't help being a little curious.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of seeing things that shouldn't be seen." The thin sailor said whitely.

"Hahaha, in fact, she has nothing to see." The teenager thought about it seriously and came to this conclusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked out by a kick behind him and slid far away on the deck.

"Humph!" Charlene stomped hard behind him, and then quickly got into the cabin.

"How? Did you find anything?" The bald captain turned around and asked after the footsteps of the female knight disappeared.

"This woman's mind is full of violence." Yale got up and folded his shoulders helplessly: "Nothing...but."

He strode to the guardrail of the Maria, facing the ghost ship, in the captain's puzzled look, he ignited his vindictiveness, and slammed a punch: "This thing is very annoying, it's better to let it go back to the bottom of the sea. !"

The beam of the fist cannon flashed away, and the ghost ship suddenly made a violent explosion, shrouded in black flames. After a short second, several punches followed, bursting the tattered hull into seven or eight pieces.

After a series of explosions, the wreckage of the ghost ship was completely submerged in the sea.