Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 220 Losing control
After exploring the surroundings a bit, Zeus soon discovered that he was on a ship, which was a bit strange.

The sea near Castel is already full of monsters. Zeus estimates that the Empire should be fighting with the fish people now.

But this ship doesn't look like it's at war at all?

Looking at the calm sea outside, Zeus couldn't help but feel confused. Why was the sea so normal?

What about monsters? What about pollution? What about the sea snake?
Isn't this the Ocean of Storms?
Hughes had heard Connor say that south of the Storm Ocean beyond the Eye of the Storm was a land called the Southern Road, and east of the Southern Road was a narrow strip of land called the Corridor of Despair.

After crossing the Corridor of Despair, you will reach the Sunless Sea. Connor once worked as a sailor there when he was young. It is said that it is calm there all year round. Have I come to the Sunless Sea?

It can’t be that I have traveled through time again, Xiusi sighed and decided to investigate.

After searching the house briefly, Hughes quickly discovered something was wrong.

He pulled a box from the shelf and opened it. Inside were small cubes wrapped in oil paper, which still had a rich aroma.

"This thing looks so familiar."

After opening the oil paper and touching it, Xius's expression became complicated.

"It's actually soap, and it's made in Castel. Could this ship be the Black Pearl?"

He tried the door, and it was not locked. It seemed that this was just a place to store some sundries. The owner of the boat must have mistaken him for a corpse, and didn't expect him to be able to move.

Slowly opening the wooden door, Zeus looked outside. This should be the lower deck, so he groped his way outside.

The wooden planks creaked and twisted under his feet, but fortunately, the ship would make some noise on the sea, so no one noticed him. Zeus was not familiar with the ship, and he had never been on the Black Pearl, so he just walked forward along the corridor.

Soon, he arrived on the deck. The captain's room was at the stern, where there was usually someone in charge of steering the ship. Hughes still had some common sense. He was now at the bow, and Hughes was going to see where he was first.

Is it on the sea or at the dock? If the ship is in the port, then the people he is familiar with may not be on the ship. If it is on the sea, he at least needs to figure out where the ship is going.

The Black Pearl had a rather large figurehead, which he had seen when he was seeing off Beatrice and the others at the dock. It had left a deep impression on him, and as long as he could see it, he could be sure that he was on the Black Pearl.

After reaching the upper deck, Hughes carefully looked outside the door but saw no one.

After glancing at the mast not far away, Hughes roughly determined his position. He was in the front of the ship. He carefully bent his body and approached the bow stealthily.

Soon, he got near the bow of the ship, which was quite high. He raised his head and used the moonlight to identify it for a long time before finally confirming that the ship was the familiar Black Pearl.

Fortunately, fortunately, judging from the appearance of the ship, no fighting took place, and the people who left Castel are most likely still alive. The next step is to figure out how to explain their existence.

Finally, we have contacted the outside world, even though it was through a completely unexpected way, but this is at least a good thing. Castel was besieged by monsters. As long as this news can be sent out, I believe that both the Queen and the Church will be willing to provide some assistance.

Zeus finally breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously stood up and looked around. This was the first time he looked at the nearby sea since he came into this body.

Oh, this is not the dock, but the sea.
The last thought flashed through Xius's mind. Looking at the dark sea, his entire vision suddenly went dark.

Jeremiah suddenly sat up in bed.

He dreamed of the deep sea again, but this time the dream seemed different. He didn't drown in the deep sea. Instead, he could gradually breathe again. The water was warm like a mother's embrace. But then he was awakened inexplicably. Jeremiah gasped loudly, the air passing through his throat and into his lungs, but he pinched his neck, unable to breathe, as if he was suffocating on the air.

It took him a long time to recover and he lay back heavily on the bed.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

He spoke with gritted teeth, the dream in the deep sea became more and more weird, and he had a premonition that if he continued like this, he would become a monster sooner or later.

Just as he was looking at the ceiling in annoyance, he suddenly frowned and turned his head with his ears tilted.

He seemed to hear footsteps?

Sailors would not come to the deck at night unless they had something to do. Even to go to the toilet they would do it on the lower deck. Falling into the sea at night was almost certain death, so no one would do such a stupid thing.

Who's that on the deck?
Jeremiah drew his scimitar from under his pillow, and took up his musket from the table, loading it as he went.

He gently opened the door to the captain's cabin and walked towards the direction of the footsteps, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Who is there!"

A short figure was slowly walking towards the side of the ship, with his head lowered, as if sleepwalking, which was indescribably strange.

Jeremiah stared at the man carefully, then his eyes widened.

The body! The body! The body found in the box!

The corpse seemed not to have heard anything and was still moving slowly towards the side of the ship. Jeremiah looked at its movements and suddenly had a bad premonition.

It doesn't want to jump into the sea, does it?

Jeremiah put his fingers in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle, which woke up all the sailors on the ship from their dreams. They jumped out of bed and picked up their weapons, which was a warning of battle.

Jeremiah himself did not stop. He strode towards the corpse, but the corpse was too close to the side of the ship. He could jump off in two more steps.

Jeremiah pulled out a musket from his waist, pulled the trigger hard, the hammer came down, the gunpowder exploded rapidly, and pushed the bullet out of the muzzle.

Jeremiah's shooting was very accurate. He blew a hole in the corpse's leg, but it seemed unaware of it. It walked to the side of the boat and began to lift its legs and roll over.

Jeremiah drew out his scimitar and threw it out. The scimitar drew a sharp cold light in the air and nailed the corner of the corpse's clothes to the side of the boat.

laugh!
The body had already flipped over the side of the boat. With the sound of cloth tearing, only a piece of cloth was left on the slightly shaking scimitar.

Jeremiah then rushed to the side of the ship, looked at the inky black sea, and let out an unwilling roar with a ferocious face.

He saw the corpse fall into the deep sea. It looked at him for the last time, and that look reminded Jeremiah of the last sight of the tattooed man before he turned into a monster.

That look seemed to be whispering to himself - the deep sea is waiting for you.

(End of this chapter)