Chapter 525 Arrival, or Beginning?
After a flurry of activity, the sailors, who had escaped the danger of losing control and gradually regained consciousness under the influence of sedatives, steered the "Future" under Nina's command to avoid the storm and huge waves and return to the correct course.
Behind them, the "Death Announcement" had completely disappeared in the sea mist and the occasional flashes of thunder. It was likely that in the short time it took off into the air, the "Future" had left it far behind.
As for the purpose of the "Undead King" suddenly attacking them, Angel speculated for a long time but could not confirm it.
But the enemy's ship was obviously seriously damaged, and it was probably after a fierce battle. The attack on the "Future" might just be to force the pirate general's flagship to retreat to avoid being attacked when it was down.
The "Death Announcement" is heading in the opposite direction of ours. Could it be that they have just returned from the dangerous waters east of the Sonia Sea?
Thinking about it, she and Klein returned to the cabin and stood at the door of the captain's room.
The two people's rooms are at opposite ends of the corridor. If there are no "special circumstances", they should separate now.
"Um...goodnight?"
After staring at each other for a moment, Klein squeezed out two words, then found his own hesitation amusing and a smile returned to his face.
"good evening."
Angel responded, and while Klein wasn't paying attention, he leaned over and gave him a gentle hug. Then, he pulled away slightly and walked towards his room, leaving Klein stunned.
As she turned around, she glanced at the door of the captain's room and found that there seemed to be countless green leaves and vines in the gap of the door, filling the entire room without leaving any part exposed.
"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya might have been seriously injured when she drove the "Future" to escape just now... Angel looked away knowingly, pushed open the door and returned to his suite.
A moment later, she opened the door again and walked towards the restaurant, holding her rumbling stomach - she had forgotten to eat dinner.
Fortunately, the sailors were quickly cured by the "sedative disease". Except for some personnel who were still busy operating the ship on the deck, the restaurant's chef was also at her post. She brought a cold pancake, a few slices of bacon and fried fish, and found a seat by the window.
In addition to the somewhat sickly "Bloodless" Heath, there were also several Extraordinary sailors who had previously shown some tendency to lose control. When they saw Angel, they nodded in greeting. Although there was still aggression in their eyes, they no longer had the recklessness, but instead had a hint of respect.
Strength is the passport to the five seas... Angel concluded, grabbed a pancake, spread butter on it and put it in his mouth, looking out the window, looking at the inky black sky and the surging sea, as well as the rainstorm that was not far from the safe channel.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in the rain, as if it was thunder connecting heaven and earth. As the light dissipated, streaks of phosphorescence lit up, forming a shape that was narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, with several protrusions.
This ray of light passed through the rainstorm at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it approached the "Future", causing the busy sailors on the deck below to exclaim in surprise.
Just after the "death notice" left, what else came up?
The muffin in Angel's hand had fallen back onto the plate. She stared at the phosphorescent light in amazement. Because she had dark vision, her sight was not blocked by the darkness outside the window, and she could clearly see the black hull, deck, mast and sails not far away.
This three-masted sailing ship was nearly 100 meters long, with cannons and ammunition boxes neatly arranged on the deck, but there was no sailor on board. It cut through the waves in front of it in an extremely unscientific way, as if gliding on the sea. It passed the "Future" in a few seconds, leaving behind a proud back, and quickly disappeared in the storm.
As they passed each other, Angel seemed to see a petite figure with black hair and bare feet appear among the ammunition boxes lined up on the deck. The pair of golden eyes indifferently scanned the "Future" from beginning to end, and paused for a moment at the window where Angel was.
That's Anne, and her ghost ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge.
As it passed by, the various runes engraved on the deck and side of the "Future" lit up one after another, as regular as an army counting its numbers. However, the reaction was not as strong as when it was avoiding the "Death Announcement" before. Instead, it seemed as if it was passively responding to something.
Angel in the restaurant also felt that the positive and negative effects of the various passive magical items on his body had almost completely disappeared, as if they were out of his control.
Was that Anne's extraordinary ability? Some kind of forced "rule-following"?
Angel stuck his head out and followed the ghost ship's trail with his eyes, but a doubt arose in his mind.
Could it be that the HMS Deathstroke, which had previously fled in a panic from the east of the Sonia Sea and was covered in scars, was beaten up by the HMS Queen Anne's Revenge?
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With everyone almost out of control, "Admiral of the Star" injured and avoiding the attack of the "Death Announcement", and encountering a mysterious ghost ship at night, the "Future" finally did not encounter any other accidents. After a night of detours, it sailed out of the safe channel and came to a calm sea.
At dawn, the "Mirai" returned to its normal state, which required very few sailors to control. Angel guessed that the "Admiral of the Stars" had returned to normal after a night.
As expected, in the bustling restaurant during breakfast, she saw Cattleya, whose face had regained its rosy complexion and whose purple eyes were deep behind her thick-framed glasses. She stood in front of the table where Angel and Klein were dining together and said calmly:
"We're almost reaching that sea area."
Arrived so soon? I thought it would take two or three days... Angel swallowed the toast in his mouth in surprise. Just as he was about to ask, he remembered that the ship flew at a very fast speed for a long time last night, which might have saved a lot of time.
Why didn't she just use this convenient "flight"? Perhaps it would damage her own strength, and with Klein and me on board as two "dangerous factors," she preferred to spend a few more days in the storm and huge waves. It wasn't until the Undead King emerged as a greater threat that she was forced to activate this ability of the "Future"...
Angel nodded silently and asked:
"How long will it take? Do we need to prepare in advance?"
She still remembered hearing Klein talk about the dangers of this sea area more than once, so she wanted to make the best response.
"No need, and besides, I'm afraid it's too late."
Cattleya pressed the frame of her glasses on her nose with one hand and raised the other, and stars appeared around her.
What?
As an ominous premonition flashed through Angel's mind, she felt the ground beneath her feet violently heaving, and then she flew into the air.
No, it wasn't her who was flying, but the "Future" was falling!
With a quick glance out the window, Angel quickly confirmed the current situation.
A huge crack suddenly appeared on the originally calm sea, like butter cut by a hot knife. The surging sea water poured down into the bottomless abyss. Naturally, the lone boat in the sea could not escape it. The entire ship rushed out from a waterfall and fell from the sea surface.
The feeling of weightlessness quickly appeared on everyone and every object in the restaurant. Except for Cattleya, who was protected by the starlight and seemed unaffected, everyone's feet were dangling in the air, their hands and feet were dancing, either banging their heads against the ceiling or scratching in vain between toast, butter and salt fish. The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.
Swish, swish.
Almost invisible threads appeared around Angel. Most of them wrapped around her and Klein, who had regained his balance with two simple movements, firmly fixing the two of them in the middle of the restaurant. The remaining threads stretched out to the other helpless sailors, hanging them up and dangling them from the ceiling or bulkhead like cocoons.
But this treatment did not eliminate the danger. The "Future" still fell headfirst into the deep and dark crevice. Just as it was about to be swallowed by the darkness, a strong stream of water surged up from the bottom, supported the ship, sent it back to the sea level, and threw it to the other end of the "cliff".
Bang——
After a low muffled sound, the "Future" landed steadily on the sea. After Angel felt that the ship was no longer shaking, he reeled in the silk line and lowered the sailors.
The morning sun, hazy in the sea fog outside the window, had become hot and bright at some point. The subtle sounds of the waves that occasionally hit the hull of the ship had disappeared, and the only sounds in the restaurant were the sailors' light or heavy breathing.
"Have we reached our destination?"
Angel muttered, looking at Cattleya beside him. The latter had dispersed the starlight that protected her body, and her face was calm, as if the chaos just now was within her expectations.
"Reaching this most dangerous part of the ocean is just the beginning."
She replied softly.
"More dangerous than the Raging Sea?"
Klein suddenly asked back, his expression still maintaining the indifference of a "crazy adventurer", but Angel noticed that his eyes sneaked up on the toast on the ground, which was mixed with cream and thick soup and had been stepped on by someone - that was his breakfast that he hadn't had time to swallow.
"I haven't been here many times, and it was all a long time ago, but I can confirm that this place is much more dangerous than the Raging Sea."
After answering solemnly, Cattleya ordered the chef to make breakfast again, and then walked out of the restaurant with small steps, avoiding the spilled breakfast.
Perhaps the fall just now wasn't entirely part of her plan... Angel chuckled and, before the other sailors could react, brought Klein a freshly baked breakfast.
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