Going to sea again, Victor has no novelty anymore, and because he travels separately from Mike and Eredin, he doesn't even know what room number the other person lives in.
Clark's room was right next to Victor's, and before dinner, Victor stayed in the other person's room and watched him sort out the pile of professional things.
Clark was obviously a very responsible sailor. The luggage he brought on board was several times heavier than Victor's. It was full of professional items that Victor had never seen before and couldn't name.
In addition to these, Clark also had a suitcase of books, which made Victor think that he was not going to investigate, but to move.
But these things also have a purpose, just like now, boring time needs to be consumed, and it is useless to always stare at the window and look at the sea. Those navigation books have become Victor's entertainment tool.
He spent an entire afternoon flipping through a copy of "History of Sailing Ships," and during this period he also played with the sextant and telescopic telescope in Clark's junk pile.
Although these instruments are somewhat outdated, there are still ships using them.
The sun outside the window changed color, and it was already dusk. Someone knocked on the door. Clark was still immersed in studying the chart and didn't hear it at all.
Finally, Victor stood up and opened the door, and found the chef and waiter standing in the corridor outside.
"Dinner is here, gentlemen..."
The chef saw two men in the room and made a strange expression.
The waiter behind him pushed the dining cart directly to the door of the guest room.
The cruise ship actually has a main restaurant, but guests can choose a home-delivered meal service, and Victor and Clark have already made a reservation in advance.
"As far as I know, Mr. Clark should live in room 312, and the guest in room 311 is named Vladimir Judler Watson. We knocked on the door earlier, but there was no one inside. Excuse me..."
"I am……"
"Ah! I see. Then Mr. Vladimir, can I give you your dinner?"
"certainly!"
"I wish you a pleasant journey……"
After accepting the two prepared dinners and placing them on the dining table in the guest room, Victor did not eat immediately, but opened the curtains and looked at the sea again.
After the Northern Faith accident, he always subconsciously felt that this ship would also head towards the Sea of Tranquility.
"There is no problem with our route, sir..."
Clark was magically brought back to reality by the smell of dinner.
He was the first to sit down at the dining table and put a napkin on his chest.
"Have you ever heard of the saying that once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years?" Victor joked.
"What do you mean?" Clark obviously didn't understand this allusion to another world.
Victor laughed heartily: "Actually, I don't need to explain, you know what I thought of."
"Although the sea is all-encompassing, even experienced experts like us rarely encounter scary things like deep divers..." Clark was not in a hurry to eat, as if he was waiting for Victor.
"Oh? What was the most terrifying situation you encountered before?" Victor was a little curious. He sat down and put on a napkin, ready to listen to the prospective captain in front of him telling stories. It was much more interesting than reading a book by himself.
Clark finally started the fork.
"I have seen harpies several times, the propeller was damaged by some kind of silver sea snake, and there is an island that can move in the distance. There is probably a huge sea monster below, etc..."
He spoke in an understatement. It was obvious that the previous dangerous situation had been resolved, and it was far less dangerous than the deep divers.
Victor ate a piece of sashimi and thought it tasted a bit fishy, so he changed the topic: "Maybe you and the captain of this ship will have more topics to talk about."
"I hope I don't know any staff on this ship." Clark frowned, "Many familiar colleagues know that I have been removed from the Maritime Safety Administration."
"But it has nothing to do with them. Maybe they just use what happened to you as a talking point in their leisure poker games." Victor held up the grape juice and invited Clark to clink glasses.
…
Yes, Clark's personal affairs are not important to others. Victor guessed correctly, and now there is a card game going on quietly and furtively in the captain's room.
Headed by the captain, accompanied by the first mate and several other management personnel, they were conducting a strange gamble with a guest from a foreign land.
Apart from the cards, there was no money or chips on the card table. However, Mr. Captain, who was among the participants, was sweating profusely, his face was as pale as a zombie, and his hands were shaking slightly as he held the cards.
Sitting in front of him was a mysterious man wearing a yellow smock and a hood on his head.
Contrary to the state of the shipping staff, this mysterious man was very calm, smiling, and held his opponents firmly.
The expressions of the shipping staff were not much better than those of their superiors. They were all livid and dared not speak when they were angry.
The captain stared at the cards in his hand, swallowed his saliva, and then looked at the tall, strong man guarding the door.
The man, like the guy in front of him, was wearing a yellow blouse and looked like a pagan.
"You have lost all your assets to me, Mr. Captain, are you going to admit defeat?" The pagan in front of him said with contempt in his words.
However, the captain knew that he did not dare to leave the game because all this was forced by the pagans in front of him!
He clearly remembered how the two men broke in.
At that time, he and the four first mates were taking advantage of their free time after dinner to play two games of Texas Hold'em, when suddenly a voice appeared outside the captain's cabin door, asking to participate.
He looked over and saw two unfamiliar faces and clothes he had never seen before. However, the first mate recognized the two men and knew that they were Nippur pagans who had boarded the ship and should be living below the deck now.
Only in the warehouse.
Logically speaking, this kind of "second-class person" has no way to get close to the upper cabin. He will be discovered by the security officer and taken back halfway. But this time, it is obvious that the security officer completely failed in his duty.
It happened that the cruise ship's security director was also participating in the game. He immediately stood up and prepared to drive these two weird guys out.
Then, the sturdy pagan suddenly attacked, grabbed the head of the person in charge and hit it against the wall. In the blink of an eye, he smashed his head to pieces and passed out bleeding.
The captain, the first mate, and another executive were instantly dumbfounded. The two heretics blocked the exit, and they also discovered the body of a dead security officer outside the door.
The gun was placed on a far shelf, some distance from their card table.
The pagans discovered their intention. The man in the leader, the man playing cards behind, suddenly spoke: "Cherish your life, gentlemen, even if you get the weapon, you will still die here, so it is better to continue playing.
