Deep Sea Embers Chapter 5

The huge shadow rolled over, and everyone on the White Oak saw a moment that was enough to remember them for a lifetime.

It was a three-masted warship that looked ancient and full of majesty. In this age when steam ships are no longer rare, the sailing warship emerging from the thick fog is as old as it seems to have come out of a painting a century ago. The mast is high, the sides are steep, the dark wooden hull is ablaze with ghostly green fire, the huge sails are agitated in nothingness, and the sails are condensed with roaring visions and layers of flames - such scenes, even in the horrific. The boundless sea, and only the most terrifying shipwreck legends will appear.

"It's about to hit!!"

Some of the crew exclaimed loudly. These people who seek a life at sea and are known for their bravery and rudeness will inevitably lose their inch when facing such a behemoth. They shouted, ran, and some tried to find shelter on the deck. Some of them grasped everything around them that could fix them, and some even knelt down in the turbulence and wind and waves, praying and reciting the Storm Goddess Gormona or the Death Lord Baator with unprecedented devotion. gram's name.

In this boundless sea, the blessings of the gods have waned, but only the power of these two righteous gods can still watch all the people equally.

But not all crew members lost their calm. The first mate on the ship immediately turned his attention to his most trusted captain. He knew that sailing in the boundless sea was full of dangers, and an experienced captain was always the key to determining the fate of the whole ship. Lawrence has set foot on the sea for more than 30 years. This old captain may not be as strong as he was when he was young, but his experience of surviving on this ocean may still be a lifeline for everyone.

The ship that emerged from the thick fog was obviously not like a normal ship sailing in the real world, but more like something emerging from the spiritual world or "deeper", if it was some kind of supernatural vision , then maybe you can use some kind of extraordinary power to fight against it.

The old captains who sailed on the boundless sea had some experience in facing extraordinary visions.

However, the first officer saw only fear and shock on the captain's face.

The old captain held the steering wheel motionless, as if he didn't notice that the whole ship was completely shrouded in shadow. A piece of stone withered, and he finally squeezed a few words out of his teeth, but those words were colder than the wind on the cold sea: "...It's the Homeless..."

"Ship... Captain?!" The first officer was taken aback by the name that floated into his ears. Like everyone who seeks a living on the boundless sea, he has also learned from many older, more senior and more superstitious people than himself. The crew of the crew heard this name, "What did you say?! That..."

"Homeless Number!!"

Captain Lawrence didn't seem to hear the first mate's voice. He just held on to the steering wheel of the White Oak with all his strength, hissing and filial piety as if he was about to roar at something. The towering hull finally touched the bow of the White Oak.

Almost all the sailors screamed.

However, the expected earth-shaking impact did not occur - the green flame-burning ship seemed to be a grand phantom, sweeping across the deck of the White Oak with a whistling phantom of flame, thick hull, gloomy cabins , dimly lit corridors, keels and pillars burning with flames... Sailors widened their terrified eyes and watched as they crashed into the illusion of the ghost ship, and the burning green flames on the ghost ship were like a net of fire, sweeping across swept past them.

Lawrence also watched the flames whizzing towards him, but before that, he first saw the flames sweeping across the first officer in front of him-the body of the first officer suddenly turned into a phantom flame. An illusory spirit body, the bones in the spirit body were burning like firewood, he saw the priest next to the prayer table in front of him again, and the flames on the priest's body flickered, as if the gods behind him were still using it. A modest blessing to shield it from the devour of the Homeless.

Then the flames also burned to Lawrence, he saw the same change in his body, and a strong sense of weariness, obedience and fear filled his body, and the marine amulet he hid on his body began to function, A feeling of alternating heat and coolness barely maintained his sanity, and in the only remaining sanity, he "passed" the cabins and corridors of the Homeless.

The gloomy and depressing cabin rushed towards him and roared away. The ancient wooden pillars burning with green fire were entwined with rotting ropes and barnacles. He saw a huge warehouse in which Ben lay quietly. All kinds of weird things that should be buried in the deep sea, he saw a luxurious cabin, and a wooden goat head was placed on the table in the center of the cabin.

The goat's head turned around and looked indifferently into Lawrence's eyes.

Finally, Lawrence raised his head with all his strength, and he saw the figure in charge of the steering wheel—beside the classical rudder, the tall figure in the black navigator's uniform seemed majestic and terrifying like the master in a nightmare, that The figure dominates all the ghostly flames, and even the sea, which is already in the depths of the spiritual world, seems to be intimidated by his majesty, tearing a gap behind him.

Lawrence closed his eyes resignedly—he knew he was now part of Homeless, and the nightmarish captain needed some sacrifice to satisfy his never-ending emptiness and loneliness.

But the next second, he forced his courage to open his eyes again. He felt that all the courage and madness in his life seemed to be gathered in these few seconds. He recalled the knowledge he had gained from books and legends, As honestly and calmly as possible, he watched the terrifying captain aboard the Homeless.

"You don't have to take everyone - take me, spare my crew."

However, the tall figure didn't answer, he just cast his eyes indifferently, and there seemed to be a little curiosity in his eyes - as if he was wondering why a small mortal captain dared to bargain with him.

Lawrence finally couldn't hold back and let out a roar: "They all have wives and children!"

The figure standing on the Homeless finally reacted. He stared in Lawrence's direction and seemed to say something, but a loud whistling sound sounded from the side. I heard some movement, but I couldn't hear a word clearly.

The response from the Lost Homes was thus dissipated in the roar of the waves—

"What did you say?! I can't hear the wind too much!"

The next second, a huge noise rushed into Lawrence's ears, mixed with the sound of wind, waves, and the shouts of sailors outside the door. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the green flames quickly fade away, and the Lost Homes. The last phantom that remained was dissipated from the air like a mist.

Lawrence took a deep breath, and then noticed that his hands, which had been burned by the green flames, had returned to their original state, and even the others in the cab had become flesh and blood again. The pious priest was lying on the ground. He was breathing heavily beside the prayer table, while constantly chanting the holy name of the goddess of the storm, Gormona, and the ominous purple-black smoke in the incense burner gradually dissipated, and what rose from the copper hood was pure and pure white smoke.

It took Lawrence a long time to catch his breath, and then he looked around suspiciously, as if he didn't believe that the nightmare just now was over, until the first mate's voice came from the side: "Captain! That ship, the Homeless, has left! "

Lawrence was a little lost, and after a few seconds of reaction, he muttered to himself: "...He actually let us go?"

The first officer did not hear clearly for a while: "Captain? What did you say?"

"That Captain Duncan..." Lawrence muttered subconsciously, but then he slapped himself as if he had accidentally mentioned some taboo word, and then he raised his head to look at the first mate, "The whole ship is called by name. , quick! Look what's missing on the boat!"

The first mate immediately nodded and took orders, but just as he was about to leave, Lawrence stopped him immediately: "Let's see if there are any more people on board!"

The first mate was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, with a hint of surprise and fear in his eyes, he took a deep breath, whispered the name of the storm goddess, and then quickly ran to the deck outside.

Still sailing on the White Oak, which was still in the state of the spirit world, the sound of the assembly bell rang like a reminder.

(There will be theoretically at noon~~)

Chapter end

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