Eight Hundred and Eighth. To Hell (2/6)

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The Great Black-tailed Pheasant is a 500-ton fishing vessel in Halifax. It is more than ten years old and capable of ocean fishing, mainly harvesting lobster and cod.

This ship did not catch up with the good times. After its completion, the Newfoundland fishing grounds were almost closed. They could only go to the deep sea of ​​the Atlantic Ocean or even take a detour to the deep sea of ​​the Pacific Ocean to fish for fish and shrimp.

Years ago, the captain, Ronald, learned from the painful experience and decided not to venture into the deep sea any more, but to stay in the coastal waters and devote himself to catching lobsters. As a result, unfortunately, they encountered another outbreak of lobster bacteria this year, and the lobster industry in the entire offshore area collapsed!

Ronald was already in despair, but he heard that there was a private fishery on Farewell Island. The owner of the fishery was a rich and stupid Oriental. After two years of breeding, the catch in this fishery is already very rich.

After hearing the news, Ronald had other thoughts, which was stealing fish.

In fact, among people who eat at sea, who hasn't done something like entering a private fishing ground to steal fish? So when Ronald learned that such a fishing ground existed, he became excited.

He is not worried that he will not be able to steal the fish, but that the news is false. If he makes a trip for nothing and fails to catch enough fish to cover the fuel costs and the crew's salary, then he will be miserable, and he doesn't want to lose any more money. up.

Later he asked someone to inquire about it. This news is very reliable, and it came from the Murray family, who are very important in the North American seafood market.

In this way, Ronald began to prepare for stealing fish, and he has been paying attention to the news of the farewell island fishing ground. I heard one after another that many people went to this fishing ground to steal fish, but it seems that the monitoring of the fishing ground is very strict, and no one can take advantage of it.

Ronald didn't care. He thought it was bad luck and lack of ability for these people not to steal the catch. Judging from his experience in traveling the sea for more than 30 years, stealing fish at midnight and withdrawing in the early morning. This kind of thing is absolutely appropriate.

With this in mind, he summoned his fishermen. Starting quietly from Halifax, it happened to be close to the fishing ground in the evening.

Ronald would not do it directly, that would be a chance for people to catch him, so he decided to dock the boat at the edge of the fishing ground for a day. This is called throwing stones and asking for directions, and seeing the reaction of the fisherman's side.

If the owner of the fisherman comes to drive them away the next day, then he can just search for some catches in the fringe area. If no one comes to take care of them, then the next night will be the time for real work.

After dinner, Ronald asked the first mate, Brian, to take a fisherman on night shift, and the others went to bed.

But in the middle of the night, when Ronald got up to pee, he just stood on the deck and took out the dick. But suddenly heard a burst of singing...

Yes, a burst of singing was blown by the sea wind and faintly passed into his ears, the voice was mournful and mournful. It was a young woman singing in a low voice, interspersed with occasional sighs.

At first Ronald thought it was his own auditory hallucinations. This is very common. Life at sea is boring, and the human brain will automatically look for some fun. Sometimes when he hears the sea breeze, he imagines some kind of music. Of course, if you listen carefully, you will find that this is an auditory hallucination. The sea breeze is just a sea breeze, not some country music or symphony.

But this time Ronald listened carefully, and the singing became clearer. The more he listened carefully, the clearer the voice became...

It just so happened that the cold sea breeze blew over. When Ronald heard the strange sound and was blown by the sea breeze again, he immediately shivered, and the urge to urinate was suppressed abruptly.

He thought it was the mate or the fisherman listening to music, but was this music supposed to scare people to death in the middle of the night? So he walked towards the cockpit angrily, ready to give a severe lesson to those who scared him.

But when he walked to the side aisle leading to the cockpit, his eyes swept towards the stern, his body suddenly became stiff, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and even his blood froze...

On the stern and flank of the Big Black Pheasant, a dilapidated passenger ship entangled in seaweed and water plants was quietly floating on the water, only more than ten meters away from the Big Black Pheasant, almost sticking together.

This passenger ship is indeed very dilapidated. The sailcloth on the mast is rotten and hung on it. There are still some shells attached to the cloth. The hull is full of rust, and many places are broken and cracked. There was also a big hole, and Ronald swore he saw sea water pouring into the big hole in the bow with the waves.

But what's weird is that the ship with a big hole in the bow didn't sink, and it was floating steadily on the sea. What's even more weird is that the big black-tailed pheasant was rippling with the waves. The boat seems to be rooted in the water, and it hardly moves when floating on the sea.

All of a sudden, Ronald's eyes became straight, and a strong sense of fear enveloped his whole body, as if icy water poured up along the soles of his feet, freezing his whole body up and down.

Like those frozen cod in the ice hold!

Fortunately, Ronald is also a hero who has experienced strong winds and waves. At the critical moment, he emboldened him and bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth. With this pain, he regained control of his body and staggered into Cabins not far away:

"God! Satan is coming..."

In the cockpit, two big men were sleeping soundly. One was lying on the bridge, and the other was lying on the recliner, with his feet still resting on a stool.

Ronald rushed into the cab, slammed into the stool and fell to the ground, and then he screamed in horror.

The stool was knocked open, and the big man on the recliner opened his eyes in a daze, and said impatiently, "Who is calling? What is it calling? Did you see the hell?!"

When it was his turn to see that the first mate, Brian, and the crew were still sleeping soundly, he jumped up and put his foot on Brian, and shouted, "Get out of here! Fuck squid! I told you You are on duty, not to let you sleep! You pigs! Damn pigs! Get out!"

Ordinary small fishing boats, without a particularly strict level, Brian got kicked and hurt, got up and stared at Ronald and shouted: "I said old man, why are you crazy? You are obsessed..."

Don't know where the strength came from, Ronald grabbed Blair's clothes and dragged him to the door and pushed him out. Then he grabbed the fisherman Walter and kicked him out with his kick on his ass.

Walter couldn't stand still, and the kicked head hit the ship's side, and he suddenly got a big bag. He shouted angrily: "God, God, Ronald is crazy! He must be obsessed by the devil! Don't do it!" Now, I'm quitting, man, Brian good man, let's resign when we get back?"

Walter complained angrily to Brian, but found that the first mate who had a good relationship ignored him, but looked at the stern with his mouth wide open and his eyes stupid, and said dissatisfied: "What do you mean? What the hell?"

While talking, Walter turned his head away, and then, hell! (to be continued)