Totem, such a thing often appears in more primitive communities, and is regarded as a symbol of the tribe and spiritual sustenance. But in fact, its existence is not just a marker. The appearance of totem originated from the worship of ancestors, similar to monuments or sculptures. However, as it was sacrificed as an idol, it was unknown when the way of totem appeared in this world. As far as the knowledge of witches is concerned, although most of the totems in this world are just things similar to signs, there are also very few examples of which can be used as a medium to trigger magic and even other forces. The one that appears in front of them now obviously belongs to the latter. Moreover, the witch with blue eyes also knows what this totem represents.

"Are you a descendant of Thunder Giant?" The witch's expression became serious. Thunder Giant is the sailor and residents of the Thunder Bay and even the nearby seas know the legend. It is said that the storms on the sea are all caused by a giant. His feet are on the seabed, his head passes through the clouds, and his breathing spews out the pitch-black clouds. His voice is thunder, and his eyes are lightning. Therefore, those ships that have been swept by the storm on the sea often see huge figures reflected by the thunder light on the black clouds, that is, the figure of Thunder Giant.

The captain did not answer the witch's question. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he himself did not react from the sudden situation. The man carefully reached out and pinched the totem that was still slightly lighted, and took it in front of him to watch it carefully in a numb feeling. He was recalling the matter about this totem, which was understandable. Many sailors would wove some commemorative small objects into decorations and hang them on themselves. As a result, it became quite difficult to remember the origin of one of them over time. Fortunately, perhaps the feeling of being stimulated by electricity activated his brain, and the captain quickly recalled the origin of this totem.

It was many years ago. When the captain just became the captain, his ship was far less beautiful and practical than the current three-masted sailboat. However, an old ship with a young captain was a common combination in any sea area. At that time, he had not yet arrived at the Bay of Shuxin. Although he had heard of this inability to be ruled by a witch, he had not set off yet. But the unique courage or recklessness of the young man did not make his early sailing experience smoothly. In order to smuggle a cargo, he and his crew ventured into a city in war, where he met a blind old man. Such an old man must not survive in the war, but who else can guarantee that he can do it? In short, whether out of sympathy or emphasis on the knowledge of the old man, the young captain brought the old man to the ship while getting the goods he wanted.

Looking back on this now, the captain could still clearly remember the old man's appearance and the wrinkles on his face. This was incredible for the sailor who used all his memories on the waterways and charts. Later, the old man sailed with the captain for a while, maybe several months, but definitely less than a year. When the ship was staying in a town near the Saixin Bay for supplies, the young captain told the old man that he would sooner or later go to Saixin Bay. The old man did not give any advice or advice, but gave the garment around his neck to the captain, and then got off the boat in that town. Perhaps he felt that his old body could no longer bear the life on the ship.

"Ga!Ga!" The raven's chirping interrupted the captain's memory. He saw a black bird nearly twice as big as an ordinary crow, chirping from the direction of the witch's Bay and landing on the shoulders of the witch. The latter's expression immediately became solemn. She whispered something to the crow, and then spoke to the captain again reluctantly, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Captain. This time your life will remain in your own hands. But you better remember that you owe us a life. At the same time, I have to congratulate you, because there is no ship closer to the witch's Bay than you on this sea surface, so if nothing unexpected happens, you will be the first landers. Enjoy your glory and luck, sailors."

"Thank you for your kindness, ma'am. I will cherish this luck." The captain replied in a calm voice. He really didn't expect that he could save his life in this situation. Now it seems that perhaps the old man had already realized what would happen in this land ruled by a witch when he heard that he was going to leave the Bay of Faith. He used this totem as a gift to prevent this scene today. The captain rubbed the totem in his hand with his fingers. If he could see this old man again, he would definitely treat him to a good drink. But I think that after so many years, the person who made this totem should have returned to the sea.

"I hope so, the captain of the Black Arrow, Mr. Hafdan. The Black Cat and the Raven have remembered your name. Neither the sea nor the witch group will give you a second chance." After the witch said that, he pulled up his broom and returned to his sisters. The departure of these witches reminded people of the bad weather at sea, without any warning or helplessness.

The sails were rushing, and the crew looked at each other. They didn't know how to face their captain after experiencing the incident just now. In the end, the first mate stood up and came to the captain's side and lowered his head respectfully, "Sir, I'm very refusing..." "Bang!" Before the first mate finished speaking, the captain's rough big hand suddenly pressed his shoulder. Then he used a sweep with wooden prosthetic legs to trip the strong man who was one head taller than himself to the ground. "What do you see? You also heard the witch say it! If we don't have the first place to land today, I will tie you all up and feed the sharks! Let's work for me, you lazy bones!"

The depressed atmosphere disappeared with the captain's familiar shouts and scolds. The sadness on the sailors' faces immediately resolved. They complained, but their bodies actively returned to their posts and manipulated the three-masted sailboat named "Black Arrow" in the direction it should have sailed. After confirming that no one was looking at this side, the captain pulled up the first mate who fell to the ground, "How long do you want to be on the deck? Those idiots won't correct their way to my first mate."

"As for orders, sir!" The strong man immediately climbed up from the ground, nodded to the captain and then went to give orders to the other sailors. It seemed that nothing had happened. At this time, the captain picked up his clothes and limped back to his post, behind the rudder. Only he knew how strong the intact left leg was shaking. When the old seaman held the wooden rudder again with both hands, he was truly relieved. Some things passed.
Chapter completed!