Chapter 13 Pirate Ship 12 I know the rules of death, and I can confirm...

"There is an engineer here who can calculate how much speed we need to increase in order to catch up with the ship ahead within the time you want," Bai Chuan pulled Su Ming over, "but the prerequisite is that we need to know the distance between the two ships."

"What does this have to do with Jack?" Pais's face was gloomy.

"We know the first mate's flying speed, and if we record the time it takes for the first mate to fly from here to that ship, we can know the distance." Baichuan's attitude was serious and sincere. Pais was on the verge of a sudden attack, and if he didn't pay attention, all his efforts would be wasted.

"What do you want the parrot to do? Just throw a person into the sea and swim over." Pais glanced back, and everyone shrank back in fear.

"We can send sailors down," Bai Chuan nodded, and considered the proposal seriously. He then turned to Su Ming and said, "People swim slower than birds fly. In this case, it will take us a lot longer. Please let all the sailors go down to the sea and swim one by one. Calculate everyone's swimming speed, and then we can select people."

"Okay." Su Ming pushed his glasses, nodded seriously, and walked towards the sailors. The two of them seemed to be doing some national-level experiment. For some reason, a strong academic atmosphere suddenly appeared around them, which was very inconsistent with a pirate ship.

However, the academic atmosphere soon disappeared. Before Su Ming could say a few words to the sailors, quarrels and crying were heard from the crowd.

"Damn it!" Pais pulled out his whip and walked towards the noise.

"Captain," Baichuan stretched out his hand to stop him, "We can't force everyone to go into the water. Otherwise, if everyone dies, there will be no one to help speed up and repair the mast and sails."

There was no time, no one, and even a cunning man like Pais had to admit that the parrot was the best choice at this moment. However, Jack had always been his sentinel and eyes, and had never flown such a long distance...

Very good. An Rao, who was standing not far away and observing, was very satisfied. Neither immediately agreeing nor immediately refusing were both the ideal results he expected. Not agreeing immediately meant that Pais was not confident about the parrot's flying, which also meant that the parrot had never flown long distances, which was very helpful for the next step of plucking its feathers; not refusing immediately meant that the captain was eager in his heart, and where there is desire, there is weakness, and there must be a way to break it.

"Let Jack go," Pais agreed after a long while, and warned Baichuan with the handle of the whip against his nose, "Don't try to play tricks on me, or you'll die more miserably than anyone else!"

"Yes, sir."

Soon, the parrot reluctantly and helplessly flew towards the dark shadow it stared at every day, becoming the only brilliant color that attracted everyone's attention in the blue of the sea and sky.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the ground and began to carefully calculate the possibility of increasing the speed of the warship. Baichuan and the captain stood on the bow, staring at the bright red spot in the sky that was getting smaller and smaller. An Rao quietly scattered a lot of nuts and food brought up from the bottom cabin in the rag parrot's nest.

"Flutter--" The parrot reappeared in everyone's sight, panting. Even Pais was too lazy to pay attention to it. It dived into its cute and warm rag bird's nest and refused to come out.

The tired and hungry parrot felt something prickling under its feet. It looked down in confusion, then its eyes lit up and it began to peck at the food voraciously.

"It took two and a half hours in total." Baichuan said to Su Ming.

"Okay!" Su Ming immediately sat down on the ground and began to write quickly on a wrinkled and worn piece of kraft paper.

"Captain," Kashiwa called out to Pais, who was about to walk toward the parrot, "I think I need to discuss with you the renovation of this ship."

Nuts! Nuts and barley! Oh my god, how long has it been since I last ate these things? The parrot was so excited that every feather was shaking. It spread its wings to cover the entire bird's nest tightly, and then began to devour the food. It didn't even bother to study the sudden pain in its wings. It just buried its head in the nest and cracked the melon seeds crazily.

Baichuan saw a hint of bright red on An Rao's hand out of the corner of his eye and knew that he had succeeded, so he pulled the captain and Su Ming further away with greater seriousness, and began to discuss the transformation of the pirate ship with the captain based on Su Ming's calculation results.

An Rao ran to the door of the meeting room holding the flying feather he had just plucked from the parrot's wing. When he was cleaning, he pretended to accidentally move several boxes and piled them up near the door. Now it was just the right size for him to squat inside.

Only the virgin blood is left.

An Rao frowned and bit his finger hard. The pale fingertips immediately turned red. He then put the parrot's thick flight feather close to the wound. The moment the empty tube at the tail of the feather touched the fresh blood, it clung to the wound like a leech seeing blood and began to suck blood.

Blood flowed into the quill, but disappeared without a trace as if it flowed into a different dimension. An Rao's face became paler and paler, and the whole world began to spin. It was so cold, as if entering a cold winter where everything was withering. When he felt that he was about to freeze to death, An Rao heard a slight "pop" in a trance, and the quill that had finally absorbed enough blood fell off his fingers.

"Huh..." An Rao half-closed his eyes, leaned weakly against the wall, and exhaled a cold breath towards the dull sky.

But there is no time to waste now. The two modern intellectuals use the ship in front as an apple, and there is no telling how long they can trap the 17th century pirate leader Donkey who has done so many evil things.

Everything had to be done as soon as possible. An Rao gritted his teeth, propped himself up with his legs and tried to stand up shakily. Then he held on to the wall and took a deep breath to ease the dizziness. Then he followed the cook's instructions and inserted the feather into the round hole under the door lock of the conference room.

"Click." An Rao heard a very slight sound, as if a tightly fitted gear device started to work. Red lines appeared in the empty conference room in front of him. A closer look revealed that they were fine blood lines made up of An Rao's blood, which were building a room out of thin air.

After the construction was completed, An Rao reached out and opened the door in front of him that was made with his own blood.

The moment he walked into the door, the originally empty conference room disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a captain's lounge that was dilapidated but still extremely luxurious. The gorgeous silk sheets on the solid wood four-poster bed were in a mess, there were unburned firewood piled in the fireplace, the purple velvet armchair fell to the ground, and the huge desk was piled with miscellaneous items.

An Rao quickly noted down the location of everything and began to search.

It seems that Pais never really enjoyed this captain's room. The gorgeous clothes in the closet showed no signs of being worn, and the books on the desk had never been flipped through. The whole room seemed to be frozen in time at a moment long ago. Where could there be any secrets... An Rao frowned, lifted the bed sheet hanging on the ground, and crawled under the bed, but was blocked by something.

?

An Rao reached out and felt around carefully. It seemed to be a box-like thing, placed straight under the bed and not touching the bed board. An Rao reached out and touched the top of the box and rubbed it. There was no dust on his fingertips, proving that the box had not been there for long.

What could be inside? An Rao knocked on the box gently. It was not solid. He pushed it hard but it did not move at all. No matter which century the bed was from, it would be impossible for it to have such a strange design. The box was put in later. Unfortunately, time was tight and he did not have the strength to do so. Whatever was inside, it was unknown at the moment.

An Rao decided not to waste time on this object that had no immediate answer, so he immediately crawled out from under the bed and continued to rummage on the desk.

The desk was very messy, with pocket watches, glasses, quill pens, snuff bottles, tea sets and various books scattered on the table. Although there were many things, there was no useful information. An Rao took a quick look and opened the drawer of the desk. There were only some sundries in the drawer. An Rao rummaged through it and closed the drawer, but he keenly felt that the drawer did not make the sound of being pushed to the bottom and colliding with the base when it was closed. It seemed that something was stuck inside.

The young man's soft hand reached deep into the drawer and indeed touched a hard object. An Rao took a lot of effort to take the object out from the gap in the drawer.

It was a gold-rimmed cowhide journal with the words "Mary Rose Log" written on it.

Mary Rose? An Rao's heart skipped a beat. Is this the Mary Rose I know?

An Rao opened the thick diary and quickly flipped through it, reading quickly at first but then slower and slower, with his handsome brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The Mary Rose, that's it! That's it!

*

"Okay, you can do whatever you want with the things on this ship. I only ask that we catch up with the ship in front within half a day!" Pais was obviously getting impatient. He stopped looking at the paper in the hands of the young man with glasses, which was covered with words and symbols that were stranger and more evil than the witch language. He stood up and walked towards the bow.

"Captain!" Su Ming immediately grabbed Pais's sleeve and stammered in fear, "I... I don't understand the weather. Wind speed has a great impact on our speed. You..." Su Ming secretly raised his eyes to glance at Pais, who had a gloomy face, swallowed his saliva, straightened his chest, and mustered up the courage to say, "Can you teach me how to identify wind speed and direction?"

This was a question about the pirates' signature skills, so Pais couldn't help but stop and teach Su Ming a few key points while Su Ming was praising him in various ways.

"Captain!" Seeing that Pais was about to leave again, Su Ming glanced at Bai Chuan who was standing not far away with a frown on his face, and asked again, "Can you tell me the size of the mast of the ship in front? I'll be careful not to throw away the materials for repairing the mast when I throw things away next time!"

"Whatever!" Pais suddenly felt very uneasy, and his intuition told him that he had to leave here and go to the captain's room immediately.

"Captain!"

"I'm warning you, little bastard, you must catch up with that ship within half a day. If you keep asking questions, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish!" After saying that, Pais flicked the whip, turned around and strode towards the captain's room.

At the same time, An Rao had slipped out the door and pulled the parrot feather out of the round hole. The room and the blood disappeared in an instant.

When Su Ming looked up again, he found that Bai Chuan had disappeared. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

*

When Baichuan rushed to Room 14, An Rao was leaning on the bed, staring at the cabinet in a daze. He looked like an exquisite plaster sculpture, without a trace of blood, and even his lips were pale.

Baichuan touched Anrao's hand and found it was very cold, so he immediately took a thin blanket and wrapped it around him.

"How is it?" Baichuan asked.

After a long while, An Rao's dark eyes moved: "The ship we are on now is the Eagle Kingdom Royal Battleship Mary Rose."

"What is this?" Baichuan asked frankly.

"What is this?" An Rao gently repeated Bai Chuan's question, his eyes finally falling on Bai Chuan, and then he said word by word, "It's the Mary Rose."

The Mary Rose is a ship that has the same status as the Mayflower in history textbooks. How could Baichuan not know about it?

But now there is no time to think about whether this person has slipped through the nine-year compulsory education.

"I know the rules of death, and I can also determine who the boss is." An Rao curled up as if he was afraid of the cold, and wrapped the quilt tightly around him, "I need Su Ming."