Set Sail! Storm in the Caribbean! Chapter 39: The Bad News of Decay

Chapter 39: Rotting Bad News

The sky finally cleared up on the third day. The sun was dazzling, the beach was white, the coconut trees were green, and the sky was blue. This was the most beautiful side of the Caribbean. But obviously everyone in Tortuga Castle was trembling under the thunderous wrath of Lord Fokker, and had no intention of appreciating this scenery. The only thing they knew was that the lady had been missing for three days, and she was probably still suffering on Hope Island, so Tortuga Castle sent the fastest three-masted sailing ship to sail there early in the morning.

This morning, Fang Senyan naturally continued to practice his footwork with Blind Matt. Unfortunately, the hard training this morning did not improve his basic footwork by one level. But he was not thinking about it at this time. Before noon, the three-masted sailing ship that was sent sailed back against the wind and waves, but a black flag had been raised on the top of the mast.

This flag is called a mourning flag, which means that an important person has died, but the pirates are used to life and death. As for the important people on the ship, it is quite general. It can be said to be the first mate, the captain, or even the boatswain and the navigator! Accidents may happen every day at sea. A black flag is really commonplace. Almost no one will associate this flag, which symbolizes death and mourning, with the honorable lady.

However, at this time, the atmosphere in Tortuga Castle was already full of tension. Almost all the servants were trembling for fear of doing anything wrong. Since the lady failed to return with the ship, Lord Fokke, who was originally cold and lonely, became even more cruel, and often vented his anger on the servants. More than ten bodies have been carried out of the castle in the past three days, and the cause of death was whipped to death without exception. And they all suffered such a tragic fate because of trivial things such as breaking a plate and cutting bread too thin. Now Lord Fokke can no longer see anyone within a radius of ten meters. Even if these poor servants need to get close to the lord to do something that must be done, they will leave quickly after finishing it.

After the three-masted sailing ship belonging to Tortuga Castle docked, someone went to inform Lord Fok, and then carried a body wrapped in linen from the ship. On the thick shroud, there were clear signs of being soaked. Obviously, in the tropical marine climate of the Caribbean Sea, the body had rotted and leaked liquid, so the faces of the people carrying the body were smoked and looked very ugly, as if they would vomit in the next second.

The body was quickly carried into a spacious hall on the third floor of the castle. This was also a very private place for Lord Fok. Usually, the servants who walked in here without permission would end up in a very miserable situation. The two sailors put the body in the center of the hall and hurriedly retreated. Looking at their wrinkled facial features, it was obvious that vomit was already boiling in their throats, and it was only with great willpower that they insisted on not erupting on the spot.

There was silence all around.

It reminded people of a tomb for no reason.

A fly was attracted by the stench of the rotting corpse and buzzed in from the window. Its life plan was obviously to have a full meal first, then lay hundreds of eggs on this nutritious food, and then be happy everywhere. But when it approached the shroud, its wings that could flutter more than 300 times per second suddenly froze. The rich moisture in the air of Tortuga Port gathered from all directions in an instant, forming a crystal clear ice block that froze the fly in the air, and then fell to the floor at normal gravity acceleration.

This small ice block was as fragile as a thin glass cup, and it shattered with a snap. Of course, the fate of the fly frozen in it can be imagined.

At this time, a hand wearing a black leather glove pushed open the door, and the unshaven little Lord Fokke walked in. He looked down and decadent. If it weren't for the expensive hunting suit, he would look no different from the common tramps in Tortuga Port. However, there was a crazy and dangerous light shining in his eyes, which was definitely not a good sign.

"No one has the right to touch her except me." Lord Falk put his left hand on his chest with impeccable aristocratic elegance. He bowed slightly to the place where the fly fell.

"Not even flies."

Then the lord half-knelt down beside the corpse, stretched out his hand to slowly uncover the linen shroud, and the strong stench of corpse immediately spread. But Lord Falk looked as if he didn't notice it at all. He lifted the shroud very gently, just like the groom lifting the bride's veil, full of tenderness, until the whole body of Sally Hepburn, which had been soaked in rain and swollen, rotten and deformed, was completely exposed.

"Dear Sally, welcome home." Lord Falk gently hugged the rotten corpse with corpse water flowing, as if she was still sleeping and was afraid of waking her up. The deep affection in his eyes was as rich as honey. "I'm going to take you to see your garden. Yesterday a merchant ship delivered the black tulips you've always wanted. Just for this, you owe me a kiss, right?"

Little Lord Fokker looked at his wife lovingly in his arms. The swollen face and the pungent smell of nausea seemed to have been filtered out by him. The man hugged the body tightly in his arms, facing the body that had begun to fester, swell, and crack. The lips flowing with yellow liquid kissed her deeply!

A moment later, everyone in Tutuga Castle heard the painful howl coming from the third floor! Just listening to that voice gave me a heart-wrenching feeling, like a wolf howling desperately and crazily in the ice and snow! This voice dominated the castle with irresistible force for nearly fifteen minutes before it stopped.

Then not long after, the contemporary Lord Fokke, who exuded the pungent corpse odor, reappeared in front of everyone with a dull expression, as if there was no change in him at all. But it seemed as if the sunlight shining on him turned gray in an instant. The actual ruler of the port of Tutuga issued his first order in three days:

"Go and ask Mr. Bacon, the master alchemist, to come over. I'll satisfy him no matter what price he asks! What's important is that I want to see this man within a quarter of an hour! Go now! Immediately!"

Mr. Bacon, who had to admit that he was satisfied with money, was still very efficient in doing things. After only ten minutes, Lord Fokker's request was met. A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Bacon, who looked very old, had been taken to the dungeon below the castle by Lord Fokker.

It was obvious that this place had been cleaned up a long time ago, and the imprisoned prisoners had been escorted out, but there was still an indescribable dark and damp smell in the air. If you have a weak nose, you may have to sneeze several times. After entering the second floor of the dungeon, bursts of cold air came from the ground beneath his feet, penetrating straight into his lungs, as if even his bone marrow was freezing. Mr. Bacon muttered a few words, and then magically took out a round long-necked glass bottle from the box he was carrying. He drank the light blue liquid in one gulp and suddenly seemed energetic.

After seeing Bacon's actions, Little Lord Fokke's pupils shrank slightly, but he continued to lead the way. It wasn't until he entered an extremely spacious basement that he stopped. The temperature in this basement is extremely low. In the center of the basement is a crystal-clear and wide ice platform, the height of which can barely reach the master's waist. On the ice platform was placed the female corpse that had been fermented for three days in the wind and rain of the Caribbean Sea. Of course, under the low-temperature ice, the smell it gave off had reached an acceptable level.

"Uh... Although it's rude to say this, I still want to ask if there is anything I can do for you." After enduring Little Lord Fokke staring at the female corpse in a daze for ten minutes, Mr. Bacon finally couldn't help but speak.

Little Lord Fokke suddenly turned around, his eyes burning with madness and rage. It was obvious that he didn't like his thoughts to be forcibly interrupted in this way. But that kind of emotion only appeared briefly and then disappeared quickly. The master of Tutuga Port said in a dry voice:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bacon, I haven't slept well these days and I feel a little irritable. Please help me examine this female corpse and find out the cause of her death. Of course, it would be better if the murderer can be identified. The alchemy consumed by this I can pay double for the materials.”

Alchemist Bacon frowned subconsciously when he looked at the female corpse, and his wording immediately seemed quite commercial:

"Your Excellency, Old Bacon is just an alchemist. This is not my area of ​​expertise... And this female corpse is so badly decayed... My God, you finally appeared in front of me today. Is it a miracle?"

I don’t know when, a gray-brown leather bag appeared in the hand of little Lord Fokker, who was as cold as an iceberg. This bag looks no different from an ordinary bag, but its surface shines with a layer of light, as if clear water is attached to it! This is a very typical high-level alchemy item, and Bacon's quick thinking that was incompatible with his old appearance immediately connected this leather bag with a legendary high-level item, and his lips began to tremble violently:

"This, is this...an endless pocket of gold?"