Evil always comes from courage

Towards evening, the whale's blood stained the sea red, and they won a great victory.

The whaling team led by sailors Gilbert Gulan and Laxa Marlow showed off their skills and caught three big guys in total. The ship was bustling with excitement, and the joy of victory diluted the death of the whaler.

Henry Jane stood in a corner at the stern of the ship. The whale's jaws had been chopped off and piled up. The smell of blood was so fishy that it was almost hard to breathe.

This is the White Sand Palace. The endless blue sea can clearly see the white sand at the bottom of the sea. It should be a beautiful sight, but at this moment, everyone's eyes are filled with scarlet.

Henry Jane looked at the red sunset on the sea level, and then at the sea surface with almost no waves, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The surroundings of the Kaitlin were stained crimson with whale blood, and the originally clean and translucent white sand now also reflected this strange bright red color.

On the sea in the distance, you can vaguely see what the white sand should look like. Even under the setting sun, it is still white and dyed with a faint pink.

He thought that he couldn't wait this time, he had to find Caspar Colin and ask clearly what happened today.

He was afraid that by tomorrow, Caspar Colin and the others would suddenly forget all this.

Henry Jane had a rough guess about Julian Martinster.

The fragrance was not the direct cause of everyone's amnesia or disappearance. He thought that the reason why he had not been forgotten by everyone might be because he was still alive or had not disappeared.

If he disappears, maybe everyone on the ship will forget him. If Mr. Julian Martinster is really dead, then he doesn't understand why he still remembers him.

It's all a mystery. On this vast sea, the boat is an island, and they are all trapped refugees.

Henry Jane felt that when this night passed, the dead whaler would disappear from everyone's memory.

Maybe it was sleep time, Henry Jane suddenly thought of this again. He almost didn't sleep that night. Was it because of this that he was able to remember Mr. Julian Martinster.

No, this is not reasonable, because if so, he fell asleep for a long time after that, so if it was because of sleep, he should also forget the existence of Mr. Julian Martinster.

Henry Jane said;

"I have never seen such scenery, it is a gift of nature, but at that time, I was just thinking about a question."

Zaksis Sid stopped the writing pen in his hand and interrupted Henry Jane's memory.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but that's not what I know of how you appeared on the Victoria out of thin air. Well...I mean, even though the newspaper reporter only reported that there was only one survivor of the Victoria, everyone knew that there was more than one person."

Henry Jane asked about the dead whaler, but he didn't get any answer. Everyone was busy with the three-headed guy, and no one had time to stop and tell him what happened during the day. All he knew was that the Laksa Malo sailors only said that they had captured traces of a group of whales and that they were passing through the waters of White Sands Palace towards Asili.

So they could not stop and had to extract the blubber as soon as possible and find a way to catch up. Those big guys, only in this way can they successfully find the holy land of whales, Asili.