The Warren, named after himself, will also become a ghost ship on the sea.
Warren is no longer a young man, but a middle-aged uncle in his thirties.
But Warren still had the enterprising spirit of a young navigator in his heart.
In a dangerous ocean, with the unique shipbuilding technology of the Storm Federation, I took a few guys out to sea to search for supplies.
Occasionally, you can make a small profit.
When he was young, Warren was a person who often talked about his dreams.
Even when a person reaches middle age, he is still working hard on his journey as a navigator.
But at this time, Warren hopes more than dreaming that he and these old friends can survive.
Thinking of this, Warren returned to the bilge and took out the only barrel of wine left by his master, the deceased old navigator.
Although strong liquor doesn’t quite quench thirst, drinking it always makes the brothers feel better.
Faced with the fading lives one by one, Warren felt that what he valued before was.
It’s not that important now.
You and these old friends can only pursue your dreams if you survive.
These sailors under Warren are all drunkards.
Normally, when you see alcohol, you feel as if you are risking your life.
Every time I return to the port, I will go to the bar to have fun.
But when Warren took out the jar of wine, these sailors actually refused, saying that they could still hold on.
Warren would take out this jar of wine because Warren felt that the lives of his brothers were more important than his own thoughts.
But now the brothers are unwilling to drink the wine because they know that they value it very much.
The sourness in Warren's heart surged.
Warren couldn't bear it any longer and directly pulled the cork off the wine barrel.
As soon as the cork leaves the barrel, the aroma of the wine wafts out.
Warren said to one of the youngest sailors.
“Little monkey, go and get all the bowls.”
The sailor named Little Monkey heard Warren's words and immediately ran to get the bowl.
Warren keenly discovered that there was a piece of black cloth tied around the little monkey's wrist.
Warren suddenly thought about why the saw-toothed shark meat that the little monkey gave him yesterday was soaked and wet.
The little monkey is usually too naughty and always conflicts with the old sailors on the deck.
Warren always said that little monkeys are ignorant.
But now it seems that although the little monkey is not sensible, it has a human flavor that is thicker than the earth.
The little monkey brought over a stack of bowls. Warren turned them upside down and found that one bowl was missing.
Just when Warren was about to ask the little monkey, he saw the little monkey waving his hands and saying.
“Brother Warren, I’m on duty tonight and have to stand on the watchtower, so I won’t drink!”
Hearing this, Warren hugged the little monkey.
Without saying a word, he poured two large bowls of wine into the little monkey and then said.
“You don’t have to stand at the watchtower tonight, I’ll do it!”
When the little monkey heard the words, he smacked his lips, as if he was savoring the taste of the wine in his mouth for the last time.
He said.
“Brother Turbine, how can this be done?”
Hearing this, Turbine immediately waved his hand and said.
“If I can’t sail the ship, I, as a navigator, have nothing to do.”
“You all go to the bilge and have a good sleep tonight, and I’ll go stand on the watchtower. That’s it!’
After speaking, Warren picked up the bowl and drank a large bowl of wine.
Warren usually has very strict control over the sailors and does not allow the sailors to drink while on duty.
But now, looking at the little monkey and these old friends of mine.
Warren felt that he couldn't suppress the despair and sadness in his heart without drinking a bowl of wine.
At nightfall, Warren leaned on the pole of the watchtower and summoned his own spiritual creature, the Armored Sea Fern.
Have the Armored Sea Fern strengthen the watchtower.
Such an adult cannot climb down this watchtower no matter how much he climbs it.
Warren, who was leaning on the railing, looked at the moon in the sky and sighed secretly.
Warren, who used to like sunny days the most, was hoping that the clouds would be overcast and a heavy rain would fall from the sky.
Watching until late at night, when the sky was about to break, Warren, who had always been resolute, couldn't bear it any longer.
Falled off uncontrollably.
Before falling asleep, an idea suddenly popped into Warren's mind.
If I can keep myself and these old guys alive, I, Warren, am willing to trade it all.
…
The stars are shining brightly, and the Milky Way flows among them.
In the center of the Milky Way, nebulae are rising with magnificent stars.
Surrounded by nebulae, a long-awaited grand event was held again.
It's just that this time's grand gathering seemed to have fewer people than the six people last time.
The Sui people did not participate in this Celestial Council, but were cultivating their own fourteen millet fruits.
At this time, facing Libra and Leo, three figures outlined by will and soul appeared on the seats of Andromeda, Perseus, and Leo Minor.
The person on the Leo Little chair was happy to see his master again.
But when the people on the Andromeda and Perseus seats saw the figure wrapped in countless wills and rules on the Leo seat, their eyes couldn't help but moisten at the same time.
Holding back the excitement and surprise in his heart, Yin Lin was the first to speak.