Late at night on the first day they boarded the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship, the four men who successfully completed the dumping of their bodies originally planned to have a small celebration in their cabin, but in the end they were sent by the recruiting captain whose alias was Fernando.
The second mate who arrived invited him to the restaurant and held a celebration banquet with more than thirty sailors.
Contrary to Wei Ran's expectation, on this fruitful night, the sailors celebrating the harvest immediately got into busy work without drinking much.
In the lower cabin that was filled with the smell of blood, the whales that had only undergone preliminary cutting began to be further processed overnight. At the same time, the whaler also began to sail farther to the open sea.
It was obvious that the four Weiran people were unable to help with this job and did not want to help. The recruiting sailors and even the captain did not want them to help.
However, it was impossible to rest. The four people who had eaten just smoked a cigarette each, and then they were all called to the kitchen to help prepare supper for the sailors, but the three chefs who did not speak English had already gone
The people in the lower cabin are helping to deal with the whales.
"cough--!"
In the sweltering kitchen, Wei Ran, who was shirtless but still covered in sweat, cleared his throat vigorously and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into the cooked fish soup. Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of Hugo and others, he used
A long-handled spoon stirred it randomly.
"Victor, you really haven't changed at all."
Hugo came back to his senses and sighed with a smile, "Just like more than ten years ago, I still remember what we did at the upper reaches of that small waterfall."
"I remember it too," Valoro followed, "Do you remember Susu?"
"Remember"
Wei Ran nodded and said with gratitude, "Thanks to him, otherwise we would never have survived. It's a pity that he..."
“Our tribe splintered off a tribe.”
Valoro, who was making oden, introduced slowly, "The tribe that broke away chose to camp at the upper reaches of the small waterfall. The place where we camped was also the place where Susu died."
"Why did you move there?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
“Kokoda has developed well in recent years”
Hugo helped introduce, "Their original camp was too close to the small town of Kokoda. Some people who did not want to be disturbed by the planes taking off and landing at the airport there moved there just now under the leadership of the old wizard. Warolo said
There, I will go there as a guest this summer.
But you, Victor, have never been to their tribe since the end of the war."
"I'm afraid Victor has had enough of the mosquitoes and locusts in the jungle, and of course, the dysentery."
As he spoke, Valoro also spit a mouthful of old phlegm into the oden cooking broth, and while stirring it around with a bunch of fish balls, he did not forget to continue teasing, "You didn't notice that Victor took the captured fish with him wherever he went.
That mosquito coil canister? And he is much cleaner than us."
"It's not what I want to take with me..."
Wei Ran groaned secretly and couldn't help but shiver at the same time. He couldn't help but think of the terrifying memory of running around in the rain forest wearing crotchless pants.
"So what are you talking about?" Karan, who was peeling potatoes, asked with a yawn.
"We were shitting and peeing together at the upper reaches of a waterfall, together with a soldier named Neil and a young man named Kaikai from the Waroro tribe."
Hugo, who was cutting radishes, suppressed his laughter and explained in a low voice, "Downstream of the waterfall was the camp of the recruiting soldiers who invaded the Kokoda Trail. If I remember correctly, they seemed to be cooking at the time."
"You remember correctly" Valoro agreed, and at the same time an uncontrollable smile appeared on his dark face, "Do you still remember them?"
"Remember, of course I remember." Hugo said matter-of-factly, and then sighed, "I often see them in my dreams."
"So..." Karan subconsciously looked at the pot where the curry was cooking.
“We also need to eat”
Wei Ran promptly reminded him, and at the same time he tapped the fish soup pot he was in charge of with the spoon in his hand and encouraged, "Add whatever you want to this pot."
"Look at me!"
Karan said, throwing away the paring knife and potatoes in his hand, then unbuttoned his pants, picked up a small bowl, and took half the bowl of slightly irritated urine with a smirk on his face.
He poured the liquid into the fish soup pot and said regretfully, "I just went to the bathroom and there was only so much left."
"I'm starting to like working in the kitchen," Wei Ran said, stirring the fish soup in the pot harder and harder with the long-handled spoon in his hand.
The other three people, who were holding back their laughter, suddenly felt that working overtime outside of working hours seemed to be more interesting.
After working like this for more than an hour, the four people finally made enough rice and curry for everyone to eat, as well as delicious fish soup and oden with full flavor before the sailors finished their work.
Each of them packed some rice and curry in their own lunch boxes, and the four of them safely handed over the kitchen to the other four sailors who came to take over the shift, and returned to the cabin belonging to the four of them with their tired bodies.
The four people who had filled their bellies climbed into the hammock and fell asleep. However, the whaling ship did not stop and was still sailing slowly, using sonar radar to search for whales, and at the same time, it was getting away from the Australian continent little by little.
In a blink of an eye, it was ten o'clock in the morning the next day. Wei Ran and others, who had slept for less than 7 hours, were woken up by a chef who did not speak English. He tilted the cabin door with a long-handled spoon and greeted them with a arrogant expression.
Karan and Valoro went to help in the kitchen.
Almost immediately, the third officer of the ship also called Hugo away. In the cabin, which was extremely hot and stuffy due to the sun, only Wei Yan was left.
Getting up slowly, Wei Ran first changed the camera in his hand with a new film, and then walked leisurely to the bow deck.
What surprised him was that there were not only sailors guarding the whaling cannon, but also the Japanese captain with the pseudonym Fernando, who also held a camera in his hand.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing the other person looking at him, Wei Ran shook the camera in his hand and asked in Japanese, "Mr. Nagatsuka, do you also like photography?"
"Of course, this is my biggest hobby."
The captain of the whaling ship glanced at Weiran's camera hanging around his neck, "Is this a British military flag camera? How do you use such an antique?"
"This was a gift from a journalist friend of mine"
As he spoke, Wei Ran took off the camera and handed it to the other party calmly, "Would you like to try it out? Although it is very old, it is very easy to use, just like this whaler."
"You said so, it seems I have no reason to refuse."
After Nagatsuka hesitated for a moment, he finally took his own camera off his neck and handed it to Wei Ran, while also taking the military flag camera from him.
With just a glance, Wei Ran recognized that the camera the other party was using was the first camera produced by Nikon. This thing would be a valuable antique in later generations.
He especially remembered that Leva, a death knell veteran who ran a camera shop in Kirov City, once told him that the total output of such cameras was less than four digits. Any one with perfect functions can be easily sold in Moscow or Petersburg.
Exchange for a high-end apartment.
Of course, compared to the price of this thing in later generations, Weiran saw something more interesting. On this camera, there is a unique mark with historical characteristics-"Madeoccupied Japan", translated into Chinese, it can be
"Occupied nuclear recruitment and manufacturing" can also be "the defeated country's nuclear recruitment and manufacturing". No matter which one, the insulting meaning is naked and undisguised.
But there is no way, this label is required by their American father, not to mention that with this label, a considerable part of the high commodity tax can be exempted, so even though the use of this label ended in 1952, there are still many companies recruiting companies
No changes were made.
Of course, this kind of label does not only appear on cameras. All products produced for export between the war and 1952 basically have this label - even if it is a disposable condom.
So much so that in later generations, many extreme devils regarded things with this label as a national humiliation and risked their lives to acquire and destroy them all over the world - even if it was a disposable condom.
It's just...
Wei Ran, who pretended to point the viewfinder of this camera at Nagatsuka Joeji, snorted in his heart. This Nagatsuka Joeji, whose pseudonym is Fernando, this nuclear war reporter who massacred countless innocent people, this war criminal,
I'm afraid I'm trying my best to use this camera.
Without pressing the shutter, Wei Ran just tried to frame the view as a courtesy, then returned the camera to the other party, and offered false praise to Zhaohe Optical Products, and took advantage of the opportunity to chat about the photography hobby they both shared.
A few sentences.
Unfortunately, the other party was far more cautious than Wei Ran thought. Not only did he not mention that he had been a photographer, he did not even mention that he had participated in World War II. Instead, he made an excuse that his family had been running a photo studio since they immigrated to Brazil.
Knowing that nothing useful could be gained by asking in this way, Wei Ran decisively ended the topic and enthusiastically used the camera in his hand to take a photo of the other party and the superstructure of the whaling ship behind him.
Fernando, who was already a whaling ship captain, also called the sailor who was operating the whaling cannon to come over and used his camera to take a photo of him and Wei Ran.
"I love photographing whales as much as I love eating whale meat."
Captain Fernando took the camera handed back by the sailor and said at the same time, "The appearance of those huge creatures crossing the sea is so beautiful, but unfortunately, in the past four months, I have only taken photos twice in total, once when I was commanding
room, once on the compass deck, and both times the angle was too high."
“It takes luck to capture a moment like this.”
Wei Ran smiled and raised his chin at the sailor standing next to the whaling cannon, "Maybe it's perseverance, unless you stay on the deck for a long time like him."
"Indeed," Fernando nodded in agreement, and then said with great regret, "But I am a captain after all."
After speaking, Fernando didn't wait for Wei Ran to respond, and took the initiative to invite, "Victor, it's rare to meet someone who has the same hobbies as me on this ship, so do you want to come and sit in my captain's cabin? There are not only
My previous photography works, and I also have a darkroom.”
"I'm very happy, Mr. Nagatsuka."
Wei Ran switched to English and added, "Of course, the premise is that Captain Fernando will not deduct my salary because I am lazy at work."
"Haha! You are such a humorous person! I don't think Captain Fernando will deduct your salary."
After saying that, the whaler captain who had hidden countless secrets in his camera enthusiastically raised his hand and continued in Japanese, "Let's go and sit in the captain's cabin."
Under the guidance of the other party, Wei Ran, who was working hard to fish, followed him into the cabin and followed the stairs to a spacious cabin with the best view directly below the command room.
This cabin, which is more than 30 square meters, not only has a separate bathroom, but also has the luxury of installing two window air conditioners, which are absolutely rare in this era.
On the rest of the walls, there are still large and small picture frames fixed. In those picture frames, there are many censorious street scenes and natural scenery taken from unknown places, but more of them are various large and small pictures.
There are beautiful photos of beautiful women, as well as photos of a Dozuo dog and Nagatsuka Joeji in kimono against various backgrounds. Among them, there are photos of Wei Ran in the house he visited in Kobe in later generations.
Nagatsuka Joeji seemed to be very satisfied with the surprised and astonished expression on Wei Ran's face, and said slightly proudly, "I took these photos myself, especially these beautiful ladies. They were all in bed before taking these photos."
Have served me."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's really enviable and jealous"
Wei Ran gave a false compliment, but at the same time he quickly took a look at the layout of the room.
In addition to the picture frames, there are two sets of cabinets fixed to the wall and a desk in this cabin, plus a double bed. There is also a bedside that seems to be fixed to the floor.
Safe. And next to the two sets of cabinets, there is a wooden door.
"To take these photos requires not only photography skills, but also physical strength and charm, a man's physical strength and charisma."
Nagatsuka Joeji, who was only 1.65 meters tall at most, showed off proudly. At the same time, he took out a bunch of keys connected to a belt buckle with a silver chain from his pocket and opened the locked wooden door.
“It is true”
Wei Ran glanced at the key in the other person's hand, pointed to the dog in a photo before entering, and asked, "Is this dog your pet? Why isn't it on the ship?"
"It is indeed my pet, his name is Taro."
There was also a trace of regret in Nagatsuka Joji's tone, "It was originally on the ship, but about half a month ago, it got lost on the dock when we docked for supplies. I searched for it for a long time and couldn't find it.
it."
"You will meet again," Wei Ran said with a sincere blessing, and at the same time added a condition in his heart - in hell.
"I hope it's like you said." Nagatsuka Joji opened the door and turned on the light as he spoke, "Please come in and have a look, this is my darkroom."
"Excuse me," Wei Ran said politely, and then walked into this long and narrow but still cool room.
Perhaps due to the inertia of the class system in Japanese society, although this long and slender room covered with tatami mats was obviously uninhabited, there was still the luxury of a working window type installed on the only one-meter-square glass window.
air conditioner.
In addition to the air conditioner that makes most sailors on this ship hate it, this room, which is only two meters wide and four meters long at most, only has a metal cabinet placed against the wall on the side of the entrance, and the rest of the space is with the wall.
Various printing equipment and an aisle less than one meter wide are fixed together.
What particularly concerned Wei Ran was that there was another safe under a solid wood table at the end of the room.
However, he did not stare at the safe for too long. Instead, he seriously discussed with the other party the technology of printing photos and the future development of photography technology. Not surprisingly, Wei Ran from later generations was attracted by various "novel" ideas.
Nagatsuka Joeji was filled with admiration.
It's just a pity that the cautious Japanese captain never mentioned the topic of lending this darkroom to Wei Ran. At most, it was just a stingy expression that he had enough film reserves here. If Wei Ran needed it, he would
You can just sell it to him at the original price.
The chat in this cool air-conditioned room continued until lunch time, and the two of them ran out of the room with their cameras amidst the shouts of loudspeakers throughout the cabin - the sailors once again discovered the whale group.
