The voyage on board the ship has always been boring and boring. After learning from the previous lessons, the Scylla's voyage was so smooth that it was maddeningly smooth.
Although everyone felt that they would definitely not mess up this time and there should be no problems, no one suggested speeding up.
After all, in addition to the ordinary pirates who had been transformed into blood servants, there were more than thirty people from all directions on this ship, and no one could be sure that there were no outside undercovers among these thirty people.
Not to mention undercovers, just conflicts between different factions may lead to various unpredictable situations, and factions, no matter what kind of organization they are in, are inevitable.
MI9 has the Royal Faction and the Noble Faction, the Church of Storms has the Navigation Faction and the Land Faction. Even the Mechanical Church, which has the shortest history, has the multiple turrets, giant robots and other strange branches left behind by Russell, and the Vampire Clan is even more so.
Not only Nibais, a Sequence Three, is waiting for the legacy of Sequence Two.
If there was no shortage of food and water on the Scylla, and many Beyonders could obtain fish from the sea at any time, otherwise this small group would have started fighting among themselves over whether to dock for supplies.
But even so, in order to ensure mutual monitoring, the Scylla's control equipment and pointing compass were moved to the deck. Not only a few deacons, but also those members who were idle and bored playing cards could detect anything strange at any time.
However, this also caused some troubles, such as——
"Are you really a navigator? We have been circling the Sunian Sea for almost a month!"
In his free time, an archaeologist named Jones made two fighting robots using barrels, iron ingots and other items from the ship. While playing fighting games with his church members, he started teasing David at the helm.
David, who was already very irritable, heard this and immediately yelled angrily:
"Shut up, I'm not a navigator, are you?"
"Yes, yes, Jones, you go ahead, you go ahead!" The church member who was beaten back repeatedly by the robot controlled by Jones immediately launched a verbal offensive, but Jones' hands were very stable, and a set of combination punches knocked out the opponent's small robot.
Outside, he threw the controller to Ruth, who had been looking at it for a while, and said indifferently:
"I'll do it, I'll do it, as long as you dare to let me drive."
"Jones, don't make trouble!" Mr. Deacon of the Mechanical Heart stopped Jones's impatience, turned to David and said:
"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with our route?"
"As long as there is no problem with the compass you built, our route will be fine." David said firmly, then pointed to the church member who was dozing in the hammock beside him and said:
"Of course, I am only responsible for sailing the boat during the day. If you feel something is wrong, you can ask the person who sails the boat at night."
"Of course there will be no problem with the compass we made." Mr. Deacon was annoyed, but he still rethought the design of his compass.
In the past month, he has corrected the compass more than ten times, and all the areas that could be improved have been improved. If the route is correct and the compass is correct, then what is the problem?
"Maybe the target is also moving. After all, we are chasing a ghost ship. It is not surprising that it keeps moving."
Mr. Audience, who was originally a gentle man, has now become no different from other members of the Church of Storms. After all, on such a ship, you can't expect to be able to keep it clean. As a member of the land-based Church of Storms, he can now
It was like walking on flat ground on the swaying deck. I have to say that the environment was really training.
"But why do I see the compass shaking! This thing must be broken, right?" The boy who was previously punished to draw a force analysis diagram of the ship yawned and said, before the deacon of the Heart of Machinery glared at him with a fierce look,
David suddenly exclaimed——
"Damn, it's really shaking! Head, wake up everyone, the idea is getting closer!"
"..." The ship fell into silence for a moment. Instead, the blood servants reacted almost reflexively. Some had climbed up the ladder, some had taken out the springboard, and some even started to prepare hooks and ropes.
He looked ready to join the gang.
"Ahem... I'm sorry, it's a professional habit." David smiled awkwardly, and the blood servants finally heard that they were no longer pirates, and returned to their positions in embarrassment. Only the Deacon of the Mechanical Heart seemed to have something to say.
He glanced at Ernes thoughtfully and said in a teasing tone:
"How can blood servants maintain such obvious instincts... Do you think they will reflexively chop their master to death before their brains react?"
"You don't have to worry about it." On the surface, Ernes still maintained his arrogance, but he was sweating in his heart. The state of these blood servants was completely wrong. Then, he turned his sight to Mr. Audience,
There was some clarity in my mind.
"Don't look at me like that, I don't believe you haven't done anything during this time." Mr. Audience, who felt a little uncomfortable when Ernes looked at him, glared viciously at David who was sailing the boat, but his tone did not show any weakness at all.
In response to his words, Ernes tilted his head noncommittally, and then said indifferently:
"No matter what you are thinking, I just hope you can understand that our target is an angel-level ghost ship."
"Of course." Mr. Audience took off his gold-rimmed glasses that already had a lot of scratches, wiped them hard, and then asked David:
"How much longer?"
"According to the shaking amplitude of the compass, our target should be very close, but considering that the opponent will also move, I can't guarantee that we will be able to catch up." David stared at the compass and began to activate the navigator's ability, sea water.
The direction of the flow began to change, and the originally drooping style was also blown away.
"Everyone, stop moving, Marshall, wake up! Go help David!"
Seeing that the people from MI9 were beginning to move, Mr. Audience immediately said loudly, perhaps because he was still frightened by what had happened before, and the person who originally wanted to "help" also stopped moving at the same time.
After the sleepy Mr. Marshall was picked up from the hammock, the speed of the ship also began to increase. Seeing that the pointer on the compass was shaking more and more obviously, everyone showed an excited look——
Not long after, a bone-white mast with a skin-colored sail appeared at the end of the field of vision. On that mast, a black skull flag was fluttering in the wind.
"Deacon, our receiving equipment seems to have heard a strange sound..." Jones, who was tinkering with a small iron box, suddenly spoke. Deacon of the Mechanical Heart frowned slightly and said immediately:
"Public release!"
"Okay!"
Jones quickly turned the knob, and with a burst of tingling noises, a tinkling song came out from the trumpet-shaped loudspeaker, and slowly intertwined into a piece of music that, for people at sea, was not a big deal.
