Chapter 223 Turtle Shell

Just as the two of them were chatting, suddenly, the bandage felt something, and he turned his head to look to the left.

On the pitch-black sea, a semi-elliptical black shadow larger than the Narwhal was floating towards this side.

Just when Bandage was about to turn the rudder wheel to control the Narwhal away, Charles pressed his hand on the rudder wheel to stop the steering wheel.

"Wait, that's not a dirty thing in the sea. I've seen that thing before. It's a Hek boat."

A minute later, Charles stood on the deck, frowned slightly, and floated to the turtle-shell ship next to the Narwhal.

The ship seemed to have been attacked by some kind of unknown, and the hard turtle shell was full of cracks, looking very embarrassed.

"This...maybe...is...a dead ship..." Bandage said slowly.

Dead ships at sea generally refer to those extinct ghost ships, but in order to distinguish them from real ghost ships, this type of ship is called a dead ship.

Charles frowned slightly as he looked at the ship in front of him. Generally speaking, approaching a dead ship rashly in the dark sea is very dangerous.

But the Narwhal would have turned into a dead ship if the Haike tribe hadn't rescued him before.

Since these indifferent giants helped him, now that they were killed, it would be unreasonable for him to run away.

"Ordric, fly over and have a look." The bat soared into the sky, and quickly circled around the turtle shell ship several times. Soon he came back.

"Captain, the sound waves can't penetrate into the turtle's shell, there is no movement at all, it looks like there is really no one."

"Is it really a dead ship?" After thinking for a moment, Charles returned to the cockpit and blew the whistle.

"Woo~woo~" The low-pitched whistle of the Narwhal echoed in the dark ocean.

Sounding a siren in unexplored waters is a very risky thing, because you don't know what will be attracted by the sound underwater.

Looking at the turtle shell that was still drifting with the tide, Charles waved his hand and motioned for the boat to sail.

He has done his utmost to be able to do this, and if he really wanted to send his own crew to look for any living people there, it would be too much.

"Da" Just when the Narwhal was about to set sail again, a square turtle shell suddenly opened on the left side of the turtle shell ship, and a shriveled zombie-like arm stretched out from it.

"Water..." The keen Charles heard the extremely weak voice.

Several iron jugs filled with fresh water were picked up by bats and thrown into the past.

"Gudu~Gudu~" Several meters away, Charles could also hear the extremely hungry sound of drinking water. Hearing the sound, there was no one in this turtle shell boat.

Under the bright searchlight, a haggard, zombie-like giant of the Hek tribe poked out from the turtle shell.

He opened his chapped and bleeding lips and continued to shout hurriedly. "Water, give me water."

This time, what Orderic hoisted was a large bucket, and the sound of violently sucking fresh water still came from inside the turtle shell.

"Captain...there is a strong smell of corpses inside, many people should have died." Orderic, with fangs at the corner of his mouth, whispered in Charles' ear.

"It's impossible for them to be immortal." Charles continued to look at the turtle-shell boat in front of him.

Soon the haggard giant crawled out again, and he asked for fresh water again.

Just when Bandage ordered the sailor to prepare fresh water again, he was stopped by Charles. "How many people are on your boat?"

He really wanted to help, but helping didn't mean he didn't consider his actual situation. Fresh water was also needed on the Narwhal, so he had to give priority to his crew.

"Five, no, six, the others are dead, we've been lost in the sea for a long time."

Quickly estimating the amount of fresh water used and the remaining days of the trip, Charles asked them, "How much fresh water do you Haike people need every day?"

"At the limit, we only need three liters."

"Very good, then I will give you twenty liters of fresh water every day, the fresh water on board is enough to keep us going back to Broken Heart Island."

There was a trace of relief on the face of the Heke man. "Thank you, Captain. We will report your selfless dedication to the King of Broken Heart Island, and he will definitely repay you!!"

It doesn't matter to Charles whether he repays or not. If someone saves him once, then he can save others once.

"Can your boat move? If you can't, throw the rope over and I'll pull you away."

Soon, on the dark sea, a funny scene appeared, a streamlined steamboat pulling a big turtle shell.

Of course, in order to prevent accidents, Charles specially turned Orderic into a bat, hanging upside down at the stern and staring at him.

Although he planned to save these people, he didn't think that these people must be good people. Maybe these guys were pirates of the Hek clan.

In the first few hours, the two ships lived in peace, but during the meal time, the other side made a strange request.

"Captain Charles, do you have any extra sea salt on board?? I need some."

"Lack of food on your ship?" Charles asked the giant named Aginor.

"We have no shortage of food, we only need sea salt, and we can buy it from you with gold coins."

It's just a little bit of salt, Charles doesn't care at all, and asks Orderick to send a bag over.

In the next few days, the two ships were safe and sound, and nothing unusual happened.

But on the fifth day, Charles would always hear a hoarse and weird sound in his sleep, that kind of sound that even vibrato had a "clack" sound, which obviously didn't sound like a human being.

Charles originally thought that his auditory hallucinations had started again, but soon after he discovered that other crew members had the same problem, he immediately turned his attention to the turtle shell ship.

Charles didn't hide and asked them directly.

"Captain Charles, don't worry, that kind of voice will never happen again, and the previous voice will not affect you."

Facing this reply, Charles didn't say anything. He took a deep look at the opposite giant, turned and left.

Seeing Charles leave on the opposite side, Aguino breathed a sigh of relief, he retracted into the turtle shell, and quickly crawled between the honeycomb-like grids.

Not long after he left, the rope connecting the two ships sank slightly for no reason.

In the end, Aguino crawled down in front of the darkest corner. He said to the darkness with an extremely respectful tone: "Respected envoy, those humans in front of me sensed your voice in a dream, please keep it down."

"Hehehehe~" With the trembling sound, a monster with evil and reflective skin crawled out of the darkness. Trumpeted suckers...a lizard-like body with limbs bent stiffly at the elbows to the ground.

Ajino seemed to understand the meaning of the clucking sound, and retreated respectfully,

Soon, he came back holding a half-rotten corpse of the Haike tribe.

The salt that Aguino brought from the Narwhal covered the body of the corpse and sent it to the deformed monster.