Evil always comes from courage

He cried softly, with only the sound of songs echoing in his ears. Those incomprehensible languages ​​seemed to be his only remaining comfort in this darkness.

You say there are too few jewels, but I would like to fill your treasure house with pearls just as I fill your heart, and inlay the scabbard with my tears.

My king, please take me away.

I am your beloved little siren.

Please don't leave me alone on the cold sea...

When I woke up again, I didn't know what day it was. The sky was foggy and the clouds were rolling black and very low.

Henry Jane climbed up from the rocking boat. The waves were rolling and the people were dizzy. People were shouting, but Henry Jane could not hear clearly. They seemed to be chasing something.

After looking around, Henry Jane discovered that almost all the whalers were here. This was a fleet of six small boats, swaying in an array on the sea.

Mr. Caspar Colin was standing at the bow of the ship. His figure had lost a lot of weight, and he looked haggard and haggard. Not only him, but also the faces of all the whalers he called or could not name. Sallow or pale.

Due to lack of water, everyone's lips are chapped. Just at a glance, you can see countless blood scabs on them, leaving traces of cracks.

Henry Jane struggled for a while, but found that he could not make a sound at all. His throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. As he woke up, the severe pain in his throat came like burning. He said it hurt. No words can come out

"We're going to be dragged into the storm! Get a grip!"

The voice gradually became clearer, and Henry Jane could already hear clearly what the people on the boat were saying. They seemed to be involved in a storm, but there was no fluctuation in Henry Jane's heart.

He He felt like he was going to die. After struggling a few times, a sense of weakness came from his limbs. He could not hold on to the edge of the boat and just lay half on the boat with his head hanging. He had no strength and was experiencing cramps in his abdomen. He had already I no longer feel hungry, and my head is so swollen that I can't think at all. I just feel that I can forget it because I must die.

"Turn around, turn around quickly!"

Someone shouted in horror. The voice had lost its tone and was hoarse.

"We can't go back, those guys are catching up, we have to move on."

Whose voice is this? Henry Jane didn't know, but something seemed to be chasing them, driving them to death.

"We have to go back, the storm is too big, our boat can't survive!"

Another person shouted

"If you go back, you will be dead. There are too many of those things!"

Henry Jane tried hard to move his fingers, and he heard a familiar voice. The voice was so familiar, but he just couldn't remember who that person was. He wanted to struggle to take a look at that person, just take a look. But he had no strength at all.

Someone stepped over him and stepped on his finger. Suddenly, a dull pain came from his hand, which made him twitch slightly.

The person in front of him seemed to Suddenly got into an argument with others, seemed to push others and shouted angrily;

"Can we survive by rushing into the storm? I've had enough, let me go!"

Following the sound of falling into the water, another voice quickly exclaimed.

"That fool, he jumped!"

"Hold on tight, a big wave is coming, hurry! quick! There is no time to save him!"

It was the voice of Mr. Caspar Colin. Henry Jane heard it clearly, and his heart sank slightly, leaving only calm.

He is still alive, he is not dead, this is not a dream, Mr. Caspar Colin Still alive, all this is real.

The hull of the ship was shaking violently, and soon accompanied by the huge sound of the waves being lifted, Henry Jane only felt that he was suddenly thrown up by the big waves.

Just when he thought he would definitely be He was thrown out of the boat and fell into the sea. When everything was about to end, a dark shadow suddenly pressed down and pressed him tightly on the boat.

"I got this kid, I got him!"

A voice shouted in his ear. Whose voice did it belong to? It was not Mr. Abraham Bunir, nor Mr. Caspar Colin. But why did this voice sound so familiar?