I Got On A Ghost Ship By Mistake And Was Forced To Be The Captain
/ I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Logbook
Title page:
"My name is Tu Fu, when you open this diary, I'm afraid I'm already dead.
So I write these words before I die, as proof of having lived. "
"It started with a lottery draw not long ago, a global challenge launched by an international foundation, who is the luckiest person this year.
Before that, I never thought that an ordinary migrant worker like me could actually win the first prize worth millions of dollars, and take the top international luxury cruise ship to travel around the world for 80 days without restrictions on consumption.
To be honest, the last time I was so lucky was when I outperformed hundreds of millions of unlucky brothers.
Half a month later, when I actually stood in front of the huge cruise ship named "Santa Maria", I pondered for a long time, and only one sentence remained in my empty mind.
White prostitution makes people happy.
Prostitution for free is fun for a while, and prostitution for free is always fun.
However, at the time, I never imagined that this prostitution trip would be a much more terrifying and desperate journey than the Titanic..."
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"Saturday, September 23, 2023, sunny.
Technically, this is a logbook, because a decent person like me never keeps a diary.
Autumnal equinox. The route of "Santa Maria" is from east to west, across four continents of Asia, Europe, Africa and North America, paying tribute to the feat of completing a round-the-world tour within 80 days. "
"September 26, cloudy, southeast wind.
The speed is 20 nautical miles, and the ship will pass through Malacca soon. Today I met Arthur, the captain of the "Santa Maria", and he told me not to believe any legends on the sea, the gold and treasures in the rumors are all lies.
Gan, I don't believe it. Although the book is not finished, Oneplece is real.
Because I was the only Chinese on board, he liked to talk about oriental topics, so we quickly became good friends.
Captain Arthur is a warm old-fashioned British gentleman, but he is really terrible at speaking Chinese with his thick British accent.
Keep calling me "Butcher".
Oh my God! Look at this **** translation accent, it's as bad as the coffee made by Grandma Mary who lives next door to me. If I hear this address next time, I can't guarantee that I won't kick his **** hard with Martin boots. "
"Wednesday, September 27th, light rain.
Chef Harry in the kitchen cabin invited me to taste their dinner. This is the most delicious and juicy barbecue I have ever tasted since I was born. I smiled and answered truthfully, and Chef Harry also put away the kitchen knife in satisfaction.
Oh, cranky Turk. "
"September 30, sunny, northwest wind.
According to the chief mate, at ten o'clock this morning, the Santa Maria received a strange signal from the sea, which was the radio of the high seas rescue fleet. The strange thing is that we didn't hear that there was a wrecked ship nearby.
In fact, I don't care about this, because there is a dance party on the boat tonight. Based on my years of experience watching the square dance downstairs, I concluded that the thighs of European and American dancers are the most flawless, and the legs of Latin dancers are round and smooth. Dancers of Asian descent have distinct curves, and the most wonderful thing is the unique soft beauty of oriental dancers. It is really wonderful to enjoy dancing. "
"October 1. Sunday. Celebrate and enjoy the dance."
"October 4th. Enjoy the dance."
"October 5th. Enjoy the dance."
"October 6th. Tufu, Tufu! How can you be so depraved! You can't extricate yourself from being addicted to beauty. The saint said, 'I examine myself three times a day', and I can't go on like this!"
"October 7, enjoy the dance.
Anna, Martha, Amanda...here I come, hehehe. "
"October 21st, Saturday, cloudy. Chef Harry secretly told me that all the food stored in the storage compartment had gone bad and had to be replenished before the next stop.
But what does this have to do with me, then play music and dance. "
"On October 25, an unfortunate thing happened. Now according to the original plan, we should land to replenish supplies, but the GPS navigation system on the ship actually failed. The Santa Maria has deviated from the original route, and the ship will be lost in the ocean."
"Thursday, October 27th, heavy rain. An unprecedented ocean storm completely disrupted the Santa Maria's sailing plan. Since the day before yesterday, I have not seen other ships on the high seas, and the electronic equipment on board has also lost signal. Serious engine failure.
To make matters worse, the Santa Maria is now unable to contact any ships, and currently can only choose to drift, which means that we have completely lost contact with the outside world. "
“October 30, we were still unable to contact the outside world.
The atmosphere on the ship has been weird recently, everyone fell into a strange silence, and the spoiled food in the storage compartment has been looted by the security personnel.
The sailors started fishing, and I joined the ranks. Even if there was a small gain, it was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket for the support of more than a thousand people. "
"On November 6th, the drinking water can be collected from the rain, but the food in the cabin has completely bottomed out, and the terrible hunger and death will slowly come."
"On November 19, the first deceased appeared. It was the ship's second officer who committed suicide due to insanity. It is said that he spent half of his life at sea. After discussion among all the staff, we chose the most decent sea burial for him."
“On November 21, I heard a small-scale fighting in the cabin, which seemed to be for a few buckets of rice. The irritable chef Harry was about to stop it with a knife, but he was accidentally killed by the sailors.
The dark red blood flowed all over the deck, which also stimulated the 'sharks' on the ship, allowing more people to participate in the food sharing. "
"November 23. The captain disappeared, and the monitoring system was broken for no reason. I don't know who spread the saying that 'killing people on the high seas is not illegal'. The situation has inevitably spiraled out of control."
"November 25th. I found some of the crew playing a strange game.
They randomly select one from the paper ball with the names of the members on the ship every day, and the people who are drawn usually disappear at night. "
"November 30th. Some more people went missing. I scrape by fishing and catching seabirds. It's a horrible thing to expect in isolation for a long time when there are very few people.
We are like lone wolves, each planning a territory.
After a long time, there was no communication with each other, and the retinas of the living crew members were red and drooling.
I secretly hid a knife, and I would be very nervous as long as others approached. I often can't sleep all night, afraid that once I close my eyes, I won't be able to open them again. "
"December 1, Thursday. In order to compete for a fish, the chief of the agency smashed the head of a sailor, and then was stabbed to death by his companions. The rest of the people watched coldly, and no one stopped them. Just normal people.
The same night, I smelled the stew in the kitchen, where is the meat now? I lay in bed that whole night and couldn't sleep anyway. After thinking about it half the night, I found two crooked words from the blood-stained dictionary-'cannibalism'.
From the moment the cruise ship got out of control, there are two types of people left on board, those who eat people and those who are eaten. "
"December 5th, Monday, since yesterday, I noticed that some sailors looked at me strangely, and there were seven or eight people whispering about something, as if they wanted to harm me.
I hid in the pipe for a whole day in advance, relying on the fat rats in the pipe to satisfy my hunger.
That night, there was a strange sound of sharpening knives in the corridor of the cabin, and then the sailors came bravely and smashed the cabin door.
In the middle of the night, the loudspeakers on the boat sang loudly, covering up several screams, and it was unknown who was murdered again.
I don't know how long I can last!
On December 15, the Santa Maria became hell.
The ship was full of bones, and the sailors fell one after another. Those suffering from septicemia had bright red blood seeping between their teeth, like ghosts from hell.
The vultures in the sky carve the carrion on the ship, and there are some suicide notes written in the blood of the dead on the deck. The same sentence is written in various languages,
"I want to go home".
December 20, a few days ago, the Santa Maria has not moved at all. I am lurking in the drain pipe to catch mice. I don't know if anyone is alive. It's dark, and my eyes are full of darkness.
This is a bottomless dark forest. We are hunters with guns and also prey to be slaughtered. If we make any movement, we will be eaten by wild beasts.
Here people eat mice, mice eat people, people eat people...
December 25, Sunday, moderate rain. There is no unparalleled road, I heard the roar of steam power, and a huge international cruise ship appeared on the sea.
Light that shines into darkness.
Immediately afterwards, sporadic footsteps came from the deck after a long absence, and something moved on the deck. It looks like a ghost from a distance, but it turns out to be a human being up close.
I held hands with the surviving crew members and waved our arms in unison to make more noise.
Using the remaining physical energy on the deck, facing the huge ferry on the sea level, screaming heartbreakingly and asking for help, a series of actions finally attracted the attention of the crew on the opposite side.
They turned their heads and looked at us, weeping bitterly, feeling that this nightmare day is finally over, just when we all thought we were saved. Unexpectedly, the crew on the opposite side turned their heads collectively.
In our expectations, the cruise ship with the United Nations logo was running in the opposite direction from us, slowly going away..."
"Saturday, December 31st.
The rusted hull was so rotten that only a mountain of white bones remained.
There was probably nothing to eat on board, so I was the only survivor after the last rush.
At this time, the radio that had been out of order for a long time suddenly received a signal.
'Attention all units, it is suspected that the missing ship Santa Maria was found three years ago. '
At this moment, a terrible thought rose in my mind.
This is a long-wrecked ghost ship.
Everyone is already dead.
I sat blankly in the captain's cabin holding a notebook and realized this, when the boundless black clouds in the distance began to approach.
After an hour, the storm will swallow everything..."
(end of this chapter)
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