Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 385

[Chapter 383]

While running wildly, Lawrence still couldn’t help turning his head and looking in the direction where Martha’s voice came from.

However, he couldn’t see anything except the dense fog that lingered on Dagger Island—the voice seemed to be ringing directly in his mind, urging him to leave the island, urging him to Back to the White Oak, urging him… to get out of here, to Frost.

Of course Martha wasn’t here.

But Lawrence still thinks that this is a hidden guidance—maybe it comes from his beliefs, or maybe from his subconscious, those clues and intuitions that he has never noticed are guiding him, pointing out a way out of this predicament.

He galloped towards the port, the cold wind and mist came to his face and whistled past his ears, his first mate and sailors surrounded him, the sound of gunfire was still coming from afar, some of them The shelling from afar, as well as the sound of the light escort artillery on the White Oak firing – the White Oak’s counterattack was weak compared to the “enemy” attack, and it was obviously at a disadvantage.

“Martha” told him that the Petrel was coming—but which ship was the Petrel?

The port came into view, and at the end of the mist, the beautiful hull of the White Oak was still docked at the end of the jetty trestle, and there were flashes of fire one after another at the bow and stern, and the flashes of artillery bombardment tore through the mist, and in On the nearby sea surface, huge water columns can be seen rising into the sky from time to time-it is obviously an attack from the enemy.

“The ship is still there!” The first mate shouted happily after seeing the figure of the White Oak, he was shouting to the captain, and also to encourage the breathless sailors, “Jason did not abandon us !”

Jason was the name of the second officer on board.

“Goddess of the Storm! Get aboard and get out of this damn place,” cried a sailor. “White Oak is a target for stopping here!”

A group of people quickly ran towards the White Oak, and there were people on board shaking. Obviously, the sailors who stayed behind had noticed the returning captain and his party. A rope ladder was lowered from the side of the ship. Two sailors on the edge of the deck raised their lanterns, slightly Shaking anxiously in the air.

The sailors who went ashore to explore quickly ran towards the rope ladder.

But suddenly, Lawrence stopped, pulled out his revolver and fired a shot into the sky: “Everyone stop!” The

sailors were startled by the gunshot and the captain’s shout, and stopped in amazement and bewilderment. , turned his head and looked at each other, the first mate Gesun also stopped, and looked at the old captain with some confusion—but after less than a second, the experienced old seaman realized why the captain suddenly ordered to stop .

The first officer was panting heavily. Amidst the continuous sound of gunfire, he looked up and looked around, his eyes quickly swept over the sailors around him and the figure of the captain.

Sixteen sailors stood around him in a daze, each face looked familiar, and Captain Lawrence looked at him seriously.

“How many people did we take with us when we set off?” Lawrence said quickly.

“Besides you and me, there are others…” the first mate said quickly, but he was obviously in a daze when he mentioned the specific number, but he only paused for a second or two, and then he recalled smoothly, “There are twelve more A sailor!”

Lawrence glanced solemnly at the group of people in front of him, counting points one by one in his heart.

And in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a faint green glow flickering on and off.

“There are four more people,” the first officer on the side also quickly completed the count. The old seaman’s face became serious in an instant. He raised his gun and fired into the sky, and said loudly, “Everyone, keep one meter away.” Spread the distance! Turn your face towards the captain! Put your hands where you can see it!”

The sailors also realized what happened, with nervous expressions on their faces, but after all, they have dealt with the boundless sea for many years Experienced sailors naturally knew what to do at this time—under the command of the chief mate, the sixteen sailors quickly dispersed.

The gunfire from the White Oak is still going on, more and more water columns are rising around the port, the enemy known as the “Petrel” seems to be approaching gradually, the thoughts in Lawrence’s heart are boiling amidst the roar of gunfire Operation——

I can’t stay here any longer. The White Oak is a target if it stays in the port. Its weak self-defense firepower and hull can’t last too long, but he can’t bring this team back to the ship either, because some “Things” had obviously been mixed in, and if they were brought back…the White Oak would have ended up no better than being sunk by gunfire.

His gaze swept across the sixteen sailors in front of him, trying desperately to distinguish unfamiliar or inconsistent faces—when did the four extra people sneak in? Is it during the process of the team passing through the thick fog? Is it in the port office? Or was it the moment when a series of explosions sounded on the island and the team fell into a temporary panic?

The sailors also quickly observed each other. At this moment, it seemed that no one was trustworthy anymore, and even…including his own memory and judgment seemed suspicious.

“Captain,” Big Fergus’ voice came into Lawrence’s ears at this moment. The old seaman’s face was full of determination, “The White Oak can’t stay here any longer—you get on board quickly.” Lawrence’s face turned pale

. It became very serious in an instant: “What do you mean?”

“You leave with the boat, and I stay with everyone—we will slowly find a way to identify and deal with the ‘things’ that have mixed in, and you will come back when you are safe. Pick us up…”

Lawrence stared into the first mate’s eyes, with a gloomy expression and said nothing.

No one can fool the so-called “come back to pick up people after you are safe”.

As long as the White Oak leaves the port, those who stay on this island will be permanently abandoned—the weird situation here is obvious to all, and four unknown things have entered the team in such a short period of time , What else can be the result if you continue to stay?

“Don’t rush to sacrifice yourself,” Lawrence said softly. Suddenly, he recalled something, and his eyes became different. “Humans have and only two eyes…”

His eyes rested on a sailor.

Then came the second, third, and fourth people.

One of the sailors pointed at himself in surprise, he blinked, and then blinked his third and fourth eyes: “Don’t I have two eyes?”

Lawrence didn’t speak, but silently raised his hand revolver.

The second person who raised his gun was Gus, the first mate, followed by the other sailors who woke up like a dream.

Everyone seemed to have stepped across a curtain suddenly. After the cognitive interference that shrouded their hearts was shaken, they looked at those similar figures standing in the line in astonishment and horror, and raised their hands one by one. The length of the gun.

Surrounded by the crowd, the four “sailors” who seemed human but not human, stood there in astonishment and bewilderment. Immediately afterwards, the expressions on their faces changed from sober to muddled.

It was as if the temporary simulated personality had been impacted and collapsed suddenly. These “fakes” that seemed human but not human staggered, and looked up at their “captain” one by one.

Lawrence could only let out a long sigh: “You are not members of the ship.”

In the next second, under his own dumbfounded gaze, he suddenly saw a cluster of dark green flames bursting out of nowhere in the air—

the ray of flame At first, there were only a few sparks, which jumped and emerged among the twelve normal sailors, just like the sparks in the middle of the electrode device, and in just a moment, those few sparks suddenly expanded and grew into a large piece of flame, The dark green spirit flames blazed among the crowd, rushing towards the four ignorant “fakes” like predators smelling their prey.

The flame exploded, crackled and burst, and the four fakes struggled violently for a few times in the flames, but before they could even make a sound, they turned into puddles of burnt black dust—a bit like the one on the port slope before. The black mud seen on the road was drier and more pulverized.

The sailors were terrified. The moment the fire of the spiritual body ignited, they, as members of the White Oak, recalled the scenes of fear that had happened before——the frightening moment of encountering the Lost Home on the Boundless Sea, in the Puerto Rico. Rand saw the shocking scene of the melting city…they were so familiar with the flames.

Why does this flame appear here?

Could it be that “Captain Duncan” is around here?

But just as this horrific guess exploded in everyone’s mind, and all the sailors panicked, the flame suddenly dissipated-as quickly as it came, and as the four fakes were reduced to ashes, the dark green The flames of the spiritual body also disappeared immediately.

Only a group of panicked sailors were left, a stunned first officer, and an old captain who felt that he should really retire early.

“Just… what was that just now?” Gus the first mate turned his head with difficulty and swallowed, “Captain, that fire, that fire seems to be…” “It’s the power of Lost Home… Lost Home

… …” Lawrence swallowed, and suddenly looked up towards the sea, as if looking for the ghost ship, but only saw the gunfire still roaring in the direction of the White Oak, and the sailors who were shaking the lanterns before the edge of the deck were gone. Nowhere to be seen – I’m afraid everyone has already thrown themselves into the fight.

The sailors on the White Oak are fighting hard to gain time for the captain and his party to board the ship.

The Lost Home is not here, but the flame of Captain Duncan appears in front of everyone.

“Don’t be nervous,” Lawrence said quickly, calming down the sailors, “We have already encountered the Lost Country once, and the city-state of Purland was even rescued by that ship—it’s not necessarily a bad thing, no Did you hear that rumor? It is said that Captain Duncan Abu Normar has recovered his humanity…”

The first mate subconsciously made a gesture of praying to the Goddess of Storms, and then asked: “Captain, then shall we… Go back to the boat now?”

“…Go back, quick! Before there are any more weird things creeping in!”

(End of this chapter)