Pirate: It’s not a phantom beast, it’s a phantom god!

Chapter 320 Rushing
"Wah~ Waaah~"

The baby's loud cries broke the silence of the early morning.

Seeing the child struggling and crying, Ossie was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it.

She had almost never been in contact with babies before. In Ossie's eyes, each of those little babies wrapped in blankets with only their faces showing was a collection of troublesome creatures that couldn't be touched. The slightest carelessness would cause them to cry loudly, and then attract even more troublesome ones...

In her past life, she was only persuaded to hold her eldest nephew for a few minutes when he was a child, and that was after he had been coaxed to sleep... That was all her 'parenting experience' in both of her lives.

Ah~ if you include the cats and dogs at home, then she has quite a lot of experience.

After all, those little guys are far more honest and obedient than human cubs; they stay perfectly still and well-behaved when held in someone's arms.

……

"Ah~ I'm crying, I'm crying!"

"What should I do?"

"Are you hungry?"

"But where are we going to find food now..."

As the child's cries grew louder, Ossie, initially at a loss, tried to comfort him by holding him in her arms, just like she used to hold her pets.

But the child was too big. He was only a few months old but had already grown to 1.5 meters tall, only 10 centimeters shorter than Ossie.

Even when curled up, Ossie could only carry this enormous creature in a princess carry-like position, like a forklift. He couldn't lift it up, let alone comfort it.

Because she dared not use too much force, she could only let the baby twist and struggle in her hands, and almost threw the child into the sea several times.

"Ah~ Don't cry, don't cry~"

"Good child, don't cry~"

He tried a few empty words as a last resort, but naturally it was of no use at all; in fact, the child cried even harder.

"What should I do?"

"This can't go on!"

"I wish Sister La was here."

The disturbing wailing made Ossie want to cover her head, but she couldn't free her hands right now, so she could only look around for a place to stand first...

……

Ten minutes later, on a wrecked boat, Ossie carefully put the baby down from her arms.

After expertly pulling a printed sheepskin blanket from a cabinet in the cabin and wrapping it around the other person, Ossie also grabbed some milk from the kitchen.

As for why she was so skilled at it, it was because the wrecked ship was the Bullfighting, which was now only half intact.

After a thorough search of the seabed all night, Ossie's current location is now dozens of nautical miles away from where she entered the sea, and the half-destroyed Bullfighting happened to drift nearby.

It can only be said that there were some coincidences involved.

Using his divine power, Ossie slightly heated the milk, then poured it onto the back of his hand to test the temperature. After finding the temperature to be just right, he personally tasted it...

"Hmm...it doesn't smell weird, it should be fine."

The supplies on the Bull were prepared just before departure, so theoretically they shouldn't have expired in such a short time.

After smacking her lips to make sure the milk was okay, Ossie knelt down, placed the baby's head on her lap, and began to awkwardly feed the baby.

"Come on, let's drink some milk!"

"Drink milk~"

With an unnaturally high-pitched voice, Ossie recalled the times her older brother and sister-in-law used to breastfeed their baby, and waved the bottle in front of the child.

Sure enough, the baby was attracted by the shaking bottle and immediately stopped crying.

Since it was her first time and she had no experience, plus there was no special nipple, Ossie was very careful with every movement, afraid of feeding the baby too quickly and causing choking. However, her worries were obviously unnecessary; babies in this world are generally very resilient, especially children of special races like the fish-men and giants, who are practically super-durable...

Perhaps because Ossie was feeding too slowly, the baby on her lap soon reached out its little hand, picked up the bottle, and began to drink it in big gulps.

"Goooooooooo~"

"..."

Seeing this rather extravagant way of drinking milk, Ossie paused for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.

"Well, never mind~"

"It's good that I can eat, it's good that I can eat..."

"Hmph~ Hmph~ Hmph~"

Finally, after drinking three large bottles of warm milk and listening to Ossie's soft lullaby, the well-fed and satisfied fish-man baby drifted off to sleep again.

"Whoo~"

"Finally fell asleep..."

Looking at the large, troublesome creature sleeping soundly with its eyes closed, resting its head on his lap, Ossie wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She is really bad at dealing with children, especially newborns who are not yet able to establish communication.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is this child..."

While at the bottom of the sea, Ossie was following the energy reaction of the golden feather, thinking she could find Bulfat, but instead she saw the child curled up in a ball in the dark seabed.

With no other option, seeing that the energy in the feathers was about to run out, Ossi had to give up searching for Bulfat's remains and take the child back to the sea first.

After all, if left unattended, the baby would either die of hypothermia on the seabed or be swallowed whole by other sea creatures. In short, a baby a few months old would have almost no chance of survival in such an extreme environment.

"But why is Uncle Bourfat's feather in this child's hands?"

Picking up the gold feather engraved with "Jack," Ossie looked at the completely dull gold and fell into deep thought.

This is indeed Bourfat's, and the inscription on it was modified by Osiris to correspond with the title of the newly acquired Grand Signature.

Now this cadre seal, symbolizing Bulfat's identity, has appeared in the hands of an infant... This was clearly not stolen; it could only have been given to him voluntarily by Bulfat.

"Could this baby be the old man's child?"

"I've never heard him mention that..."

There's no point in hiding the fact that she has a child. Given Bourfat's personality, she would definitely say it openly and not try to conceal it.

"Is it just an ordinary fish-man baby? Or is it the child of someone we know?"

Osi was a little unsure, after all, given Bourfat's chivalrous nature, he would probably risk his life to save even a complete stranger.

Shaking his head, Ossi decided to stop dwelling on these things. Since Bulfat wanted the child to live, Ossi would naturally carry on his wishes and take good care of the child.

After folding the feather, Ossie looked at another small object on the deck—a tiny seashell, or perhaps a snail shell would be more appropriate.

"Sound shell?"

This was another thing the baby was holding in his arms. Ossie recognized this little object; it was a sound shell from the Sky Island, capable of storing sound.

Oubei even modified an MP3 player with this thing.

"Could it be..."

Gently picking up the seashell, Ossie nervously pressed down on the tip of the shell, and immediately a familiar sound came from the opening.

"Cough! I think this is how it's used~"

(End of this chapter)