Monsters
1427 Words
"Do what I say! I know my boat!!"
After yelling at the whirlpool stove, Charles looked down at the chief mate on the ground, "John! Go and unload half of the ship!"
He knows that the critical moment is not a time of hesitation. Living is more important than anything.
"Yes!" the fat old man kicked open the cockpit door and rushed out.
Charles's heart was bleeding when he heard the goods falling into the water.
Fortunately, a series of measures were still useful. After several collisions, the light beacon began to speed up and slowly got rid of the things behind.
When he saw the real beacon appear in the bow, Charles, who was in a cold sweat, slowly released the rudder in his hand.
The boy lying on the ground trembled and climbed to Charles's feet, holding his thigh.
"Ship... Captain, I just... I just saw -"
Charles put his hand directly on his cheek to stop him from speaking down.
"Before getting on board, I'll tell you what the third sentence is?"
"Monsters in the water can't see or think. Don't say it when you see them unless they are close to our ship..."
"Good. Now stand up, anchor first, and then inform everyone on board to assemble on the deck. I want to count the number."
Charles then released his hand and walked out of the cockpit. At this time, the deck was in a mess, there was water everywhere, and the ropes binding the goods floated on the water.
After wading through the sea water to his legs, Charles came to the stern. The spindle Stern was like being hit by a sledgehammer. A large piece of unknown black mucus was stuck on it, emitting a continuous stench.
Looking at this shape, it's easy to imagine the size of the creature that just hit the ship, but eight years of navigation has killed Charles's curiosity. At this time, he is considering other issues.
"It's another sum of money to repair this thing..." Charles was a little upset. He was a step away from his dream.
At this time, the whisper sounded again, as if it had spread out from the darkness around.
“ph……nglui mglw……nafh……”
"s**t!" the frowned Charles clenched his fist with one hand and hit his forehead with the back of his hand. The pain diluted the irritability brought by the whisper.
When he saw that the other crew members began to assemble on the deck, Charles put down his hands and walked over.
Seeing his captain coming, several men of different heights quickly stood in a row. No matter what they looked like, their faces were as white as Charles.
"John, the chief officer, assists the captain, organizes various work plans, is responsible for preparing cargo stowage plans, and is the helmsman of 12 ~ 24 hours," said the fat old man first.
Standing next to old John was a tall, strong man with oil all over his blue clothes. The chief officer said that and he quickly connected it.
"James, the position of chief engineer, is responsible for maintaining the normal working order of the vortex furnace; at the same time, maintaining the propulsion device and additional equipment, boiler, lubrication, cooling and fuel oil."
Next to the tall one was a thin man, tall and thin, a telegraph pole.
"Frey, the cook is in charge of the crew's food."
Behind the cook was Depp, who looked ugly. His body shook a little and didn't seem to slow down.
"Di... Depp, as a water engineer, is responsible for the cleaning of the deck and the maintenance of anchors, cables and loading and unloading equipment."
He quickly glanced at the four people in front of him, and Charles immediately found that one person was missing. "Where's the boatswain?"
The four looked at each other and no one answered.
"Ah!!" suddenly a terrible cry came from under the deck.
"Something's on board! Get your weapons!" Charles rushed over with the crowd.
When they came to the dark crew lounge, everyone immediately felt a cool breath rushing from the tail bone to the brain.
There were only two people in the dark cabin. One was standing. It was the boatswain of the mouse, with a frightened expression.
A man lay on his stomach and couldn't see who he was, because his skin had been stripped off without the protection of his skin. Every time his body touched the ground, the bloody man trembled with pain,
He lay vaguely on the ground, screaming and struggling in despair, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.
"Jim! Ask him who he is!" Charles quickly took out his revolver.
The boatswain climbed over with fear and leaned over to his bloody head to listen.
A few seconds later, he turned in panic, pointed to Charles and said, "Captain,... He said he was you!"
"Me?"
Listening to the panic footsteps of the crew behind him, Charles resolutely pointed the muzzle of his gun at the boatswain,
"Charles, Captain, is responsible for the safe transportation, production and administrative management of the ship, ensuring the safety of the ship and the crew's life and property to the greatest extent, and handling all affairs decisively and steadily in case of emergency, the helmsman of 0 ~ 12! Boatswain! Now report your position!!"
"Kill him! He's not your captain anymore!" the boatswain pointed to Charles in horror.
"Bang!" as Charles pulled the trigger, a blood hole appeared in the boatswain's forehead. What flowed from it was not blood, but semi solidified dark yellow liquid.
Seeing things exposed, the wounded boatswain's body began to twist and change, his mouth cracked behind his head, his limbs began to expand rapidly, and rushed up to Charles with a strange roar.
"Bang bang!" the bullet poured quickly onto the boatswain. The human skin was torn like a broken sack, exposing the dark, rotten, twisted trunk like the back skin of a toad.
After all the six bullets were fired, the monster was not dead yet. He spread his limbs and rushed towards the human in front of him.
Charles seemed to have experienced many times, his face was not flustered, and his body rolled aside to avoid the monster attack.
During the escape time, his hands didn't stop. The bullets in the left wheel had been loaded again, and six shots were fired directly.
Under the attack of twelve bullets, the monster's anti joint legs fell to the ground.
Gasping for breath, Charles looked at the body that made human instinctive nausea in front of him and turned to the frightened crew behind him.
"Don't be stunned and throw the ghost off the ship," said Charles, walking towards the motionless blood corpse.
Regardless of the bloody smell, he broke his head right with his hand. When he saw that the exposed teeth were missing a front tooth, Charles knew that this was his boatswain and that was the sea monster disguised just now.
Charles's face showed a trace of pain, but he quickly restrained, took out the bullet again, put it into the gun, and began to patrol his ship looking for other fish that had escaped.
Depp struggled to carry the body with chief officer John.
The young man said to his companion in surprise, "the captain is so powerful."
"Ha ha, of course, or he's the captain and you're just a sailor. In fact, he was just like you when he first got on the ship."
"Really? What was Captain Charles like when he first got on board?"
"That's a long time. It's almost seven or eight years. I was still the third mate on another ship. Charles floated over from the sea. When I first met him, he couldn't even speak."
"Really? How did he become a captain?"
"Seeing his pity, the old captain asked him to follow far behind the ship. When he returned to the dock and found that he was not a monster, he stayed on our ship. He learned to be a sailor while learning to speak. Not long after he learned to speak, he announced that he would take his own ship to lead all mankind back to the bright land. At that time, we all laughed at his madness."
"And then?"
"Later, he went from sailor to boatswain, and from boatswain to third mate. When we all thought he would change from third mate to second mate, he actually saved money to buy a second-hand small cargo ship, it's the one under our feet."
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