The sky and the sea meet together, and their boundaries are blurred in the blue, making it difficult to distinguish. If you continue to look up, you will see the extremely magnificent sky. The light seems to no longer fall from the sky, but from this deep place.
The bottom of the sea rises, and countless lights rise. They leap through the edge of the clouds, cross the sky one after another, and reach the unknown deep sky.
This was a view that was difficult for ordinary people to see, but in the eyes of the shrike, it was already a bit boring. He put down the telescope and threw it on the small table aside, slumped on the bench, and then picked up a book to block his eyes.
, block the sun.
This was the sixth day of sailing. Everything went by very quickly. It was as if Shrike had just set sail from the port of Rendona yesterday. He still clearly remembered the scene at that time. The guy from the Kestrel waved his hands with tears in his eyes.
Farewell, it seems that some of us may never return.
Ah...who knows about this kind of thing?
Judging from the speed of the Dawn Advance, Shrike should have almost entered the waters of the Viking countries at this time, but the ship modified by the Perpetual Pump is the Morning Advance, and the other three ships are following.
The cargo ship still uses today's ordinary technology, and it is completely unable to keep up with the speed of the Morning Glory Advance.
Therefore, the fleet can only slow down and drift on this endless ocean.
Life at sea is extremely boring. The first few days were relatively easy to endure. Now, Shrike's mood has begun to become irritable. I don't know if it is the shadow of Operation Silent Sea or other problems of his own. Shrike and Herc
There is something similar here, they all hate the sea extremely.
The ocean is vast and beautiful...but it is a bit too vast and deep, making people feel endless fear.
From the perspective of Shrike, the big ship under his feet is actually a cage, which imprisons everyone on the sea. What's worse is that it is now taking everyone towards the dark sea.
Sea of Silence.
The memory stung Shrike. He pulled off the books covering his face and sat up on the bench.
His face was as pale as a dead person, and even the direct sunlight could not warm it up. Shrike rubbed his face vigorously, as if to wake himself up, and then he took out the weapon on his waist, the death knell.
It seemed that only by holding it could he feel a sense of security on the sea.
Staring at the weapon, the silver-white gun body reflected the light, but the hand holding the gun could only feel the coldness of metal. The depiction of ghosts and gods on the bullet chamber was still clear. Perhaps because the glow was too strong, the graphics began to distort slightly.
"For whom the bell tolls..."
Shrike murmured softly, as if it was a magic spell that would awaken something when recited.
"Are you really a fetishist?"
A voice suddenly rang out, and someone said from behind. He interrupted Shrike's thinking. When he turned around, he saw a beach guy walking towards him with a contented look on his face.
The beach boy's whole body was wet. He looked like he had just come back from the sea. He was wearing swimming goggles on his head and a floral shirt. The buttons were not fastened, exposing his chest full of scars. His lower body was also matching the floral shirt.
He was wearing shorts and a pair of slippers on his hairy thighs.
I saw him grabbing the fish tail with his left hand and carrying a fat tuna on his shoulder. This fat guy seemed to be not dead yet. He twitched from time to time. In his right hand, he held a nail sword that was still bleeding.
, like a harpoon, with a few small fish stuck on it.
Seeing Lorenzo like this, Shrike's face immediately turned gloomy.
Life at sea is very boring. Many seafarers will suffer from some mental illness during their long life at sea. Even if they deliberately look for fun, the fun will gradually be exhausted. Therefore, the atmosphere on the ship is often calm and peaceful.
It's gloomy, not to mention that this time they have a heavy responsibility, and the psychological pressure is even heavier.
But there was an alien among them.
Lorenzo, a weirdo, is obviously not suitable for reasoning with common sense. In his words, "Saving the world is saving the world, and happy daily life is daily life. There is no conflict between the two, so even on the eve of the end of the world, there is no conflict between them."
Have a good dinner."
So when everyone was carrying out their duties with serious faces, he tied himself around his waist and went to the sea to fish. He continued to do so for several days.
To be honest, everyone is quite envious of Lorenzo. The boring life on the ship makes everyone miserable, but they can't do such interesting actions as Lorenzo. After all, ordinary people will probably fall into coma immediately if they fall into the sea.
Feed the fish.
Lorenzo threw today's trophy to the ground. Seeing it jumping around, he threw it several times until there was no more sound.
"I'm not a fetishist."
Shrike retorted slowly. He usually didn't like arguing with Lorenzo because he always lost, but this time it was different. Life was too boring and he needed something to relieve his boredom.
Shrike felt sulky when he thought of this, look what this damn life has forced people to do.
"Really? I think you're about to kiss me."
Lorenzo sat on another bench and looked at the silver revolver in his hand.
From the moment Lorenzo met the Shrike, he and the silver revolver were inseparable, as if they were one. After boarding the ship, this became even more obvious. The Shrike always picked up the revolver and gently touched it from time to time.
Caressing gently.
In fact, this is not surprising. The strangest thing is the way Shrike looked when he stroked the revolver. He seemed to be stroking a person. His expression was gentle but then became fierce, as if he wanted to strangle the person to death.
"I just...this revolver means a lot to me."
Shrike touched the bullet slot lightly and brushed his fingers over the faces of the ghosts and gods.
Lorenzo's expression became interesting, but in Shrike's eyes, he looked like a damn bitch no matter what.
"A gift from my first love?"
It's wrong to think about it, what kind of girl can give this thing away.
As expected, Shrike's face turned darker. This meant that he couldn't defeat Lorenzo, otherwise he would have thrown Lorenzo off the ship.
"Let's talk about it, it's boring anyway."
Knowing that he had heard a story, Lorenzo was delighted and asked more questions.
Although it took so many days to set sail, the boredom of these few days has successfully defeated everyone, even Lorenzo. He has almost finished reading the knight novels he snatched from the Kestrel, and everyone often spent the rest of the time
Get together to tell stories and talk about random things to pass the time.
"Forget it, it's not a good thing." After some hesitation, Shrike refused Lorenzo.
"Is that so?"
Lorenzo looked a little disappointed, and then picked up the nail sword.
This formation frightened Shrike, and he thought Lorenzo was trying to intimidate him, so he swung his nail sword and cut the tuna at his feet.
Thanks to Lorenzo, everyone can eat extremely fresh seafood these days, and because of these things, Lorenzo also learned a good skill in cutting fish.
"Would you like a piece first?"
Lorenzo cut up a piece of fish and handed it to the shrike.
"This is raw."
Looking at the bloody fish meat, the shrike shook his head quickly.
The blazing white fireworks rose and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The fish meat in the hand was also heated instantly, and the aroma of slightly burnt fish spread out from the surface.
Lorenzo looked at Shrike provocatively, and he was stunned for a moment, never expecting that Lorenzo would use his ability to kill monsters in such a horrible place, but then Shrike shook his head resolutely.
"What about your previous actions in Jinghai?" Lorenzo asked again, "You are the second-in-command of this operation, my senior advisor, and the person who knows the most about Jinghai in the entire purification agency. You are starting to act like this.
It’s been a long time, so it’s time to talk about what happened.”
"Lorenzo, you..."
Shrike looked at Lorenzo and felt a little difficult for a moment. What made him even more uncomfortable was the seriousness of this guy at the moment.
Just now he was talking all kinds of nonsense, but now he suddenly became serious again. It's not clear whether Lorenzo really cares about the mission, or whether he is targeting himself, no... Lorenzo is such a person to begin with, it's hard for you to guess.
Find out what he wants to do.
"Let's talk about it, Shrike. I happen to be really curious about the so-called Sea of Silence."
Lorenzo stood up. He often made this kind of quick change. He was obviously still wearing a ridiculous floral shirt, but with a serious look, he seemed to be about to jump out and kill someone in the next second.
"I'm going to call Lan Jade here, she needs to know this too."
Lorenzo said as he picked up the blood-stained nailed sword on the side, and then dragged up the dead fish on the ground.
Seeing the shrike still sitting on the bench, Lorenzo called to him again.
"Are you sure you don't want to come in?"
"What's wrong?" Shrike felt a little strange.
Lorenzo raised his nail sword, pointed behind him and said.
"The storm is coming."
Shrike looked at the sea behind him. It was still peaceful. The sky was clear and there were no dark clouds. There was no sign of a storm coming.
"A witcher's senses are much sharper than ordinary people!"
Lorenzo added, as if he knew he wouldn't believe it.
…
The rain clouds began to gather. They mixed together and formed a huge storm, like steel rubbing against each other. Lightning and thunder burst out from the dark gaps. Perhaps it was too heavy. They broke away from the sky and sank to the direction.
The sea surface is like a falling iron curtain, and then the iron curtain moves slowly, whipping up strong winds and huge waves.
Shrike looked at the sky outside the port window. A few hours ago, it was still blue, but now it was distorted by the storm into such a ferocious appearance. The majestic torrential rain poured down, and the sea boiled.
"Thank you for finding it in time!"
The captain of the Dawn Advance was grateful to Lorenzo.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just more sensitive. When I was catching fish, I found that the air pressure was a little wrong. It was too stuffy." Lorenzo said and looked out the window, his expression became slightly serious, "It's just not right.
The thought was so intense."
"Yeah, if we hadn't left at a faster speed, we might have been swallowed up. Facing the storm is not a good thing."
The captain's face was full of fear. Although he was the captain, most of the power was still concentrated on Lorenzo and Shrike. Therefore, under Lorenzo's order, he obediently commanded the other ships to speed away together.
"I have been at sea for so long, and this is the first time I have seen such a storm. It felt like it was about to swallow up the world."
The captain said with palpitations. Lorenzo and Shrike may not understand it, but for the captain, this is probably the biggest storm he has seen in recent years. Fortunately, the location where it appeared is far away from the Morning Glory Advance.
It was far away, and they had taken avoidance measures in advance and were not affected too much.
If faced with such a storm, the boat would most likely be overturned in an instant. I don't know what would happen to such a heavy cargo ship underfoot, but it would probably not end well.
"I can understand that if it wasn't so fierce, I might not even notice it."
It was precisely because of the intensity of the storm that a man like Lorenzo, who knew nothing about navigation, felt the danger.
"Sorry to trouble you, Captain Tannol."
Lorenzo signaled to Tanol, who nodded and went to direct the others. Now was not the time to relax. All the sailors were moving, controlling all important parts of the ship, leaving their private space.
To Lorenzo.
The hatch was closed, cutting off the noise outside. Lorenzo sat back in his seat, Shrike was on the other side of him, and Blue Jade, who had been silent, was sandwiched between them.
"If nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to enter the waters of the Viking countries in ten days. It is time to study the mission and make arrangements in advance."
As Lorenzo spoke, he spread out the chart, which had already been marked with many symbols. He pointed at the northern part of the chart, which was a glacier and archipelago, and further north was a sea area painted black.
.
That is the Sea of Silence, which is located further north of the Viking kingdoms, completely isolating the end of the world from mortal knowledge.
"Then as the only advisor among us who understands the Silent Sea, it's your turn, Shrike."
Lorenzo gave the right to speak to Shrike, and he rarely became quiet.
Shrike fell into silence while looking at the current chart. It was probably due to an inner battle or something messy. He thought for a long time before slowly speaking.
"I actually don't know much about the Silent Sea. According to the mission, we will search for a guy in the Viking Kingdoms who truly understands the Silent Sea. He will become our navigator, but that will happen later.
In short, rather than saying that I understand the Silent Sea, it would be better to say that I am a returnee from the Silent Sea."
He lowered his head, his eyes were a little blurry, as if he remembered something, and his voice became lower.
"That was about ten years ago..."
Along with the shrike's words, the thunder and rain outside the window also started to sound.
Lorenzo felt that he felt something in the voice, something similar to his former self.
Anger? Or despair? He wasn't sure, but the only clear thing was that after ten years, these things still lingered in Shrike's heart and never left.