The sun at noon hung in the center of the north side of the sky, without a trace of cloud. In the blue background, there is only a big black bird, spreading its wide wings and soaring between the sea and the sky.
The venomous sunshine falls on the sparkling sea, reflecting the charming colors.
This is an empty sea. From the front to the place where the sea and the sky meet, there is nothing unexpected or strange, only the rich blue.
The gentle sea breeze blew across the water surface, pulling out the underwater flying fish schools, facing the sun, crackling their wide fins.
What startled these little creatures was not a ferocious ocean predator, but a three-masted sailing ship with a length of 100 meters.
A black sailboat sleeping quietly on the sea.
The hull is completely black and shiny. The jet-black hull seemed to be glazed, shining in the sun.
Five dim horizontal sails were hung on the first two main masts, and a large triangular sail was hung on the last mast; the canvases were spread wide, but the black ship was strangely parked in place. , not moving at all. The sea for miles around was motionless.
On the deck at the stern of the ship, there was a wind lantern. The light was weak and the flame was green. But even when the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, the light emitted a dazzling light, covering the entire ship in its own light.
A few thick ropes were tightly tied to the mast that was tilted forward toward the sky by the bow of the ship. They ran through the entire black ship and were firmly tied to the thick mast in the center of the ship.
Under the bowsprit, there is a statue of a banshee with clasped hands.
The banshee’s scarlet eyes shone slightly, her expression was as if she were a stranger, and her body was as white as jade, forming a sharp contrast with the black ship. She was only covered with a layer of gauze, but there was a thick red iron chain wrapped around her neck, arms, and around her body.
Dozens of large snakes with fine scales as thick as an arm were coiled around her head. At this moment, these cold cave enthusiasts were slouching weakly under the scorching sun, spitting out letters and hanging on the mast that looked like a spear at the bow of the ship.
Warm days always make people feel lazy.
Laziness creates a sleepy atmosphere.
The deck was empty. There was not a single crew member who was diligently wiping the deck. They didn’t even bother to swing the rope hanging on the mast.
There is a coarse cloth lounge chair on the roof of the cabin.
On the lounge chair, a young man with black hair wearing a pink shirt and white and green beach pants held an open book of Lady Duo on his face. There was a faint snoring sound under the magazine.
On the main mast directly behind the sleeping young man, there was a bald man in coarse shorts hanging, his head drooped, motionless and lifeless. He spread his arms like the crucified Jesus, and his strong body was covered with scars.
In front of the left side of the ship, a tall blond young man was leaning. He held a thick cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and remained motionless.Move and stare at the fishing rod in front of you.
Perhaps he was the only sober person on deck.
The black sailboat stood alone in this calm sea, with only rolling waves as far as the eye could see. The sober guy found no other pleasure than fishing.
But even this little bit of fun slowly melted away under the strong sunlight.
"Damn" the blond young man cursed angrily.
His fishing rod has not had a chance to reel in the line from morning until now. The quiet sea surface is like a piece of blue glass without any ripples. The piece of intestine hanging on the hook didn't even attract a blowfly.
"Could it be that these wizards have done so many poisonous experiments recently that even flies hate their flesh and blood?" The blond young man speculated maliciously and raised his head in boredom.
Then he saw the black spot hovering high in the sky.
"Damn flat-haired beast" the young man took a heavy drag on his cigarette.
This was all the big bird's fault.
He raised his eyelids, glanced at the black spot in the sky with his scarlet eyes, and blew out a smoke ring.
In the center of the smoke ring, the big bird stretched its wings as if nothing had happened.
Since the captain discovered a pair of wizard eyes hanging above his head, he ordered everyone to raise the sails and drop anchor.
So the black ship stopped at this place where only one bird pooped.
Originally at this time, everyone should be listening to the sirens singing songs on the white sand beaches of the Mediterranean Sea, killing the two Minotaurs raised by the Parliament under the moon, and expressing praise to the beautiful moon.
Unexpectedly, everything was ruined because of a big bird.
"Harry" the blond young man threw half of the cigarette in his hand into the sea, stared at the deck chair on the roof of the cabin, and shouted angrily, "You really haven't picked out the bird's egg lately." The furry beast has been spinning above our heads for three days."
Ms. Duoduo's snoring stopped, and the young man in a pink shirt blocked his ears with his hands, muttered a few words, turned sideways, Pointing his butt towards the blond young man beside the side of the boat, he continued to enjoy the comfort in the sun.
The blond young man narrowed his eyes again.
A trace of blood flashed in his pupils, and a violent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The anger that has been building up for three days only needs an unfounded reason to be detonated.
Perhaps after the attack, the two men would be beaten up by the captain, and then hung on the mast to dry.
But if he didn't take action, he was worried that he would be burned to ashes by the fire stagnating in his heart.
The blond young man rubbed his palms and made a series of small bursts of air.
With his butt facing him, the young man wearing a pink shirt tightened his muscles, and the snoring of Ms. Duoduo disappeared without a trace.
The large fine-scaled snakes hanging on the bowsprit seemed to sense something. They straightened their necks and hissed at the blond young man and the young man in pink.
On the mastThe thick and smooth head of the hanging man shook slightly.
For a while, there was a strange silence on the deck.
At this time, a soft sound like a bubble being popped came from the bow of the ship, breaking the silence on the deck.
A slim figure flashed at the tip of the bowsprit following the sound.
The sound of high-heeled shoes thumping rapidly sounded as the figure walked on cat steps and trotted across the mast.
When passing the bottom of the mast, the figure snorted coldly and stamped his feet heavily. The small-scaled snakes crawling around the mast looked at their companions who were stomped in two parts, and screamed in horror. Then, they ran away and rolled back to the head of the Banshee ship's head.
"Nikita, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your temper has become a lot worse." The blond young man followed the severed snake meat and watched it fall into the sea. His tone was quite unkind, "When? The Lich King's people can run wild on the sea."
The calm sea surface began to roll. A group of small white fish submerged the piece of snake meat like foam. Before a trace of blood could escape, the snake meat melted into the snow-like foam.