Chapter 412 Creatures (Add More)

In the captain's room of the Narwhal, the lights swayed from side to side with the undulations of the waves, flickering on and off the faces of Charles and the bandage.

"Da~ da da da~" Bandage took Charles's pen and wrote silently and quickly on a piece of white paper.

Soon, a human-shaped pattern formed with some kind of weird curved characters appeared in front of the two of them.

This is what the bandage filled in his shadow before, and because of this, they were able to escape safely when they were on the island last time.

"Bandage, can you tell me the actual use of this thing?" Charles looked at his first mate in front of him with a solemn expression.

Although he wanted to avoid the fact that he was a monster, Charles knew that he would always have to face this matter, and he couldn't avoid it.

"I... don't know..." The bandage silently covered the pen tip and placed it between the two books to prevent it from shaking with the waves.

"Why don't you know? You obviously drew this thing, or in other words, you forgot where you learned it?"

Bandage looked at Charles calmly and shook his head slowly. "No, I haven't forgotten...the last island...the me in the past...remembered...what I did...so I recalled...what happened...on the last island..."

Although his language was a bit convoluted, Charles understood what the other party wanted to express tacitly.

West had always remembered what he had seen the bandages do before.

Since Bandage is the same person as West, for Bandage at that time, that memory is both the past and the future.

So at that critical moment, the bandage recalled the future that was about to happen, and finally he saved the present self through his past memory

"Doesn't that mean that the things you drew were learned through you now, so you only know that this thing can get out of trouble, and you don't know what the function of this inscription is at all?"

"No, I know...the function of this thing...it is to release the real you..."

"The real me?" Charles' pupils shrank slightly.

The bandage nodded, picked up the pen with his bandaged hand and continued to draw.

Gradually, a group of barely humanoid monsters appeared in front of Charles.

The swollen body was monstrously deformed, and tentacles with barbs and eyeballs slid out of his chest cavity. The whole face has melted, seven or eight eyes instead of facial features are constantly pushing on the face.

Crab claw-like limbs, swollen like bubble-like spheres; fish-like round, triangular deformed eyeballs are all over the body.

Although the bandage doesn't seem to have high drawing ability, he can outline the horror of the monster with a few simple strokes.

Looking at one of the twisted and enlarged steel limbs on the monster, Charles, frowning, touched his prosthetic limb with his hand.

He thought back to his previous experience at the spiral elevator on the last island.

The self who thinks extremely indifferently, the self who doesn't care about everything.

The man was himself, but he didn't want to be that. At least now he has feelings and doesn't want to be that kind of existence, even if the strength of that kind of existence seems amazing.

"You are also...he..."

Bandage watched quietly as Charles pointed to the shadow behind Charles with his finger.

Charles turned his head to look at his own shadow in doubt. The black thing seemed to be darker and deeper than the shadow of the table next to him.

Charles turned around again and looked at the painting in his hand silently. He always thought that he was an outsider to this underground world, but now he feels that he has become more and more entangled with this place.

"...This is a hidden danger...you have to find a way to solve this...I always feel that this is not a good thing...at least for...you now...it's not a good thing..."

"I know, of course I know, but now I don't have any clues except that I have somehow become a god's chosen one."

Just when Charles was about to say something more, he suddenly stood up vigilantly and rushed out. "The chief mate is following up, there is a situation outside!"

When he rushed to the deck, he also saw Dipper rushing out, and he also heard something. The two came to the left deck and looked down.

It was a pair of black human-like arms. They folded their hands together into a ball and beat against the hull of the Narwhal continuously. The strange sound he heard in the captain's cabin just now came from here.

"Captain, I'll go and have a look!" Dipper jumped straight down.

"Pay attention to safety! If you encounter danger, warn in time, don't be brave!!"

"Plop~!" With a sound, the bandage had already fallen into the water, and the thing that was hitting the hull also shrank into the sea instantly.

Dipper was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to return to the deck by grabbing the rope stretched out to the sea.

In his right hand he held a furry dog-like creature with a large flat tail behind it.

This is a sea otter, an ordinary marine creature, holding a clam in its hand. It seems that it tried to use the narwhal as a cutting board to smash the shell of the clam.

Looking into those little black panic eyes, Charles grabbed the back of its neck and threw it back into the sea.

"Go down and check around. It is impossible for a sea otter to float alone in such a far sea. This is not logical. There must be other circumstances."

"Okay!" Dipper jumped down again without saying a word. This time he went for a long time, almost an hour or so, but the wait was worth it. Dipper brought a very valuable message.

"Captain, there is a stretch of seaweed in front of us that can't be seen at a glance, and this sea otter is probably the creature inside.

"A kelp bloom? How wide? Can we go around it?"

"No way, I searched a large circle on purpose, and there is a large area of ​​seaweed in front of it, it seems that this is a sea of ​​seaweed."

Charles, who walked back to the cockpit, looked at the chart on the wall, and after estimating the distance between himself and the target, he said: "The distance is not far away, maybe the island is in the seaweed, let's go straight there .”

Then Charles looked at Dipper and Feuerbach next to him, "The two of you go down, one is to prevent the propeller from being entangled in seaweed, and the other is to be responsible for warning of any danger in the water."

"Yes, Captain."

"OK!"

The problems encountered by the Narwhal were immediately known to all the crew members, and everyone began to cheer up to meet the unknown challenges.

Not long after, the seaweed group appeared under the searchlight of the Narwhal.

Regular seaweed is supposed to be green, but this one isn't. It is dark blue.

In the searchlight it was dark blue, but out of sight it looked like clumps of black hair.

"Knock knock!" The narwhal was in all directions, and suddenly there was an extremely intensive knocking sound.

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