"Hmm, it looks fine." Albert sniffed the full plate of sashimi and found no peculiar smell before grabbing a fork and said, "It smells okay. I'm going to start."
"It's so long-winded." Bedivere had already rolled several pieces of sashimi on his fork, dipped it in hot sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.
The crispness of the fresh fish and the pungent taste of the chili sauce spread in the werewolf's mouth, and he suddenly felt that this journey was not too bad.
"Hal, you should eat more, meow." Seglade was patiently taking care of his seven-year-old brother, slowly putting the sashimi into the little panther's mouth.
"Spicy, spicy." The child seems not used to spicy food.
"It's a little spicy, just be patient. I don't want to add chili sauce for fear of bacteria." Seglade was still coaxing the child to eat.
"You are cats, and you have always eaten fish raw. Are you afraid that fish may contain bacteria?" Bedivere said sarcastically with a smile.
"There are many kinds of cats." Albert rolled his eyes at Bedivere, "Don't embarrass that child. If he doesn't like spicy food, don't force him to cat. It's okay to eat sashimi without spicy food, no big deal."
..It’s just diarrhea."
The Blue Leopard brothers rolled their eyes at Albert at the same time. While they were distracted, Little Hal had already grabbed a fork and stuffed a lot of sashimi without hot sauce into his mouth.
Saifer went crazy: "Hal! What are you doing, meow!? How can you listen to that uncle talking nonsense, meow!"
"But I don't eat spicy food, meow!" The little black panther was still arguing, "I would rather have a stomachache than eat spicy food, meow!"
Saifeir scared his younger brother and said, "Okay, I'll put you in a diaper when I go back, meow. That way you won't have to worry about stomachache, meow."
Little Hal panicked and said with a red face: "No, don't meow!"
Everyone burst into laughter immediately.
Taking a child on the road is particularly troublesome. The werewolf ate quietly, letting the people at the table continue to mess around. He was surrounded by a large group of cats while eating. Such a lively scene had not been seen in Bediville for many years.
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While you have it, cherish the moment you have. Because you never know when this happiness will be lost again.
Seeing the werewolf in a daze, Albert suddenly wanted to tease Bedivere. He pretended to be mysterious and said quietly: "By the way, do you know a legend that is very popular recently, Meow?"
"Oh, what's the legend?" Bediwell didn't take the bait, but Seglade did.
"It's the legend of the ghost ship." Albert didn't care whether Bedivere caught the fish or not, as long as someone paid attention to him, he would start talking happily.
"Al, don't talk nonsense." The werewolf couldn't help but interrupt Albert, "You've been very evil these days, and you'll always hit the mark when you talk nonsense. It's better to say less."
Yesterday, Bediwell made random remarks to the captain, saying that sea monsters would attack the ship in order to eat honey. Unexpectedly, he was right, and almost caused everyone on the ship to sleep in the ice sea forever.
It can be seen that lying and making random accusations is indeed something that cannot be tolerated by nature. It is best to keep your mouth shut and say less.
What the werewolf said had the opposite effect. Albert thought that Bedivere was afraid, but he continued to talk proudly: "Haha, this is not nonsense. Many of my hunter friends have witnessed it with their own eyes. This is really true."
Its story.), is said to be active in this cold Arctic Ocean.
It was once an extremely evil pirate ship. It is said that because the crew members were extravagant, indulgent and murderous, they were sent to heaven after they robbed the 666th cargo ship!
---All the crew members disappeared overnight, and the ship became a ghost ship, carrying the ghosts of one hundred and sixty-two crew members, forever wandering on the ice and sea, and never being able to return to their hometown!
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"Meow meow!" Seglade felt a chill running down his spine, and the hair stood on end. The leopard man's hair stood on end like a blue fur ball. He was both scared and curious, so he asked tremblingly: "Of course, what happens next?"
Meow?"
"Then?" Albert smiled even more proudly: "[The Wandering Dutchman] will come out in dark and foggy weather---like today--and then it will approach the victim's ship."
These long-dead ghosts do not know that they are dead, and they still repeat their pirate activities in life, brutally hunting ships on the sea. Once they are targeted by a ghost ship, it will be over!
It is said that in ports near the ice ocean, such empty dead ships can often be found drifting by. When rescuers board the ship, they will find that there are no signs of fighting on the entire ship, and there is no one on board.
Fortunately, all disappeared without a trace!
The coffee in the ship's restaurant was still hot, the bread had only been bitten by someone, and newspapers that seemed to have been just read were scattered on the floor. But the entire ship was missing! They all mysteriously disappeared within a few minutes.
Disappear! It was as if they were suddenly dragged away by a ghost and caught in another dimension of time and space, never to come back again!"
"Meow meow!" Saifei also shuddered: "Okay, how scary meow meow!"
"It's nonsense." The werewolf took a sip of coffee and put more sashimi into his mouth: "These stories about gods and ghosts are just used by stupid humans to scare children. Do you believe this? Besides, today
There was no fog at all. It was cloudless and clear when we caught fish."
"Yes, yes, meow! This is not scientific at all, meow!" The Blue Leopard brothers nodded in agreement, while little Hal shivered in his brother's arms.
"Haha, really meow?" Albert pointed out the window: "If that's not fog, what is meow?"
Everyone looked in the direction pointed by the tiger. Sure enough, from some unknown time, a thick layer of white fog had already covered the window. The fog clung to the ship's windows, staining the glass with a hazy mist.
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The werewolf pretended to be calm: "Sea, the weather on the sea is changeable. Occasionally fogging is normal. This doesn't mean anything at all."
"Yes, yes, meow! This is so scientific, meow!" The Blue Leopard brothers nodded in agreement again, while little Hal shrank tighter in his brother's arms.
Albert smiled disapprovingly, showing a disdainful expression [I knew you would say this]. His finger still pointed in the same direction, sneering: "That thing in the fog, what the hell is that thing?"
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There was indeed something looming in the thick fog. Bedivere reluctantly went to the window to take a look, only to feel his scalp numb.
The dilapidated hull was broken into two parts, the upper part of the mast was slanted on the hull, and the old and moldy black sails were broken like rags, all of which made a horrible squeaking sound in the north wind.
The sound is not much different from that of a ghost.
Ghost Ship---The wandering Dutch actually found this cargo ship!