At this time, a group of people were hiding in the corner shivering, looking helplessly at the light that was gradually being swallowed up outside. In the low space, the light was as stingy as a miser's money bag, and no extra light would be used.

It was sprinkled from the porthole, but the factors that caused them to tremble were not only the extremely oppressive window view, but also the constant invasion of cold and hunger.

At this time, the old sea dog was still like a loyal domestic dog, holding a sailor's sword in his arms, standing aside in a bully manner, his eyes looking around slyly, showing ill intentions.

The captain, who was holding an empty pipe in his mouth, stood at the door and glanced at the cabin with unkind eyes. His bad attitude was as sharp as the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

Although there were more than thirty people in the cabin, no one dared to look at him.

In the whispers among them, you can easily hear some stories about the captain's vicious and cruel behavior.

After all, half a day ago, two obvious gunshots and a sudden sound of falling into the water rang out from the chaotic dark fog outside the cabin, which exactly corresponded to the number of people trapped outside the cabin.

Slowly, the story spread among the restless passengers that the mean and hateful captain in front of him committed murder and abandoned his body, and then escaped alone from the black tide into the cabin.

What is enough to add a footnote to the authenticity of this story is the middle-aged man lying on the ground whose life or death is unknown.

There was an obvious and poorly bandaged wound on his chest. One hand had lost its function due to blood loss, while the other hand nervously held the wallet tightly in the crook of his arm.

There was no food, no water, and no stable atmosphere. The only thing accompanying this unfortunate stranded ship for a long time was the terrifying black mist that was so huge that it could not move away and filled the entire sky, rushing towards it like a tide...

A skinny passenger with an unkempt beard nudged the bald and thin man next to him with his elbow, but he made a young voice that did not fit his appearance.

"Kay, do you understand what's going on here?"

Accompanying the question was the young voice of the bald and thin man who was also disobedient, "Keep your voice down, Gray... This is obviously on a ship, but I can't feel the bumps of the ship or the shudder of the engine..."

Kai, who for some reason turned into a bald man, pretended to cough twice and continued: "Obviously the ship has stopped, but I'm not sure whether it was man-made or an accident..."

"Man-made?"

Gray looked out the window in surprise and asked, "Can you analyze it for me, what kind of 'artificiality' would it take to drive the boat into such a swamp?"

Looking out of the porthole next to the two of them, what came into view was the endless black mud. The muddy and slimy net stuck the sight to the center of the mud.

The surroundings were so silent that no sound could be heard, and it was so desolate that except for the black rotten mud, there were only monotonous rocks, soft mud and seaweed. The obvious rotten smell was forming a miasma and spreading, just as the emotion of fear had spread among them.

Come on.

It may be that the complete silence and monotonous scene are so frightening that anyone who tries to gaze at this black mist will automatically stop and be accompanied by waves of nausea and dizziness.

"Don't look around!"

The old sea dog suddenly shouted and cursed, stepped on the palm of an elderly passenger with his boot and walked over, shaking the handle of the knife viciously.

This was exactly what he said to Gray.

"Gray, calm down..."

Faced with the provocation, the elderly passenger weakly endured it, but the old sea dog deliberately stamped his feet and let out a cry of pain before giving up. Gray was a little annoyed and wanted to get up, but Kaye calmly pulled him back.

Gray secretly clenched and unclenched his fists, pretending that he was numb and moving his body, then turned around and faced the wall without saying a word.

The old seal looked around proudly with its swollen bubble eyes, and returned to the door proudly, like a victorious rooster.

"Why don't you let me take action? As long as he gets close, I'm 90% sure to disarm him without any injuries."

Gray said angrily.

Kai turned sideways to hide his mouth movements.

"It's useless to deal with him alone... The captain with the gun is still staring at us. And the current situation is completely unclear, such as why we are here and why it is like this..."

"But the boss told me that if I don't take action to break the situation, things will never turn around!"

Kai covered his face and sighed: "The boss you are talking about is Marcus, right? I guess Marcus must often involve himself in the center of the storm..."

"Hey, how did you know?!" Gray asked in surprise.

"Don't worry about it..."

Kay said weakly, "There is no need to be reckless. I have my own way of analyzing the situation. From what I eavesdropped just now, I guessed that these people were political prisoners who had escaped. They were transported onto this ship, and there were people lying on the ground.

That person is their leader."

"Then what?" Gray asked.

Kay continued: "Then this ship is most likely an illegal sea ship, or simply a slave ship, intending to sell these people to overseas grape plantations and cotton fields."

Gray said angrily: "Then I should rescue these people!"

Kay whispered: "This is just my guess! There is another possibility that this ship is indeed a stranded ship, and the scene in front of them is just their actions waiting for rescue. According to my experience at sea,

This kind of heavily armed 'protection' is often not only to maintain order, but also to manage the 'reserve' of food to prevent them from killing each other in panic and wasting it in vain..."

Gray frowned and said, "...Reserve food? Did I hear you correctly?"

Kay nodded and said: "It's just what you think... We often encounter this kind of crisis at sea. Our sailors in the Voyager Alliance have been strictly trained and can escape from danger by relying on escape boats and hunting sea fish; but ordinary seagoing ships fall into

When the Voyager Alliance found the escape raft, it had been eaten up and only a few people were left alive..."

Gray felt a chill in his body and shook his body unnaturally to suppress his physical nausea, "Isn't this rare?"

Kay said slowly: "Not too many, but not many. Many were covered up as fires and internal strife and attrition. But the most serious one even left a raft made of human bones, which is

The secrets told by 'Stuart' were kept in the warehouse of the Presbyterian Church - you should know how bad it is."

"It's really tragic..."

Gray sighed, pointed to a work sign on the ground and asked, "Cardwell...Arms Factory? Hey, Kaye, what sign do you think this is?"

Suddenly there was another shout in the cabin, "Everyone, get down and be honest! Whoever is still talking, please stand up!"

The hoarse voice of the old sea dog was broken, like a low-quality stereo turned up to the maximum, which disturbed all kinds of people in the cabin. The frightened passengers fell down like waves of wheat, and they all expressed that they were not hostile.

But at this moment, a cry suddenly erupted in the cabin, which was quite obvious even if it was mixed in the turbulent screams.

Gray turned around instantly, and in the corner, there was irregular kicking and struggling in the briefcase of a refugee with short hair, and he clearly had the outline of a child!

The low-lying crowd meant that from his angle, he could see the man in the corner holding his big bag tightly.

Although the man's face was covered with black ash and his body was unrecognizable due to malnutrition, the contours of his face and his subconscious protective movements showed that he was a mother who had fled with her child.

"It's me who's talking! I want to eat and drink!"

Gray stood up immediately, his figure as tall and straight as a javelin, and his expression was deliberately provocative.

And the panicked refugees became restless again, turning their bodies around, trying to stay away from Gray who was coming forward. But this wave happened to start from the corner, and arranged like inverted dominoes, just in time to block the desperate wave again.

Mother.

"It's you bastard!"

The old sea dog's short body held the waist knife high, and he was about to chop at Gray, but a foot suddenly stretched out and kicked the old sea dog on the buttocks.

"No, we'll talk about him later!"

The captain, who was smoking a pipe, was not diverted from his attention. He looked at the passengers with a fierce look and shook the double-barreled shotgun in his hand intentionally or unintentionally.
Chapter completed!