The World of Pirates

Chapter 134 Auspicious Omens
"Where did this... all these birds come from?" Ella asked in disbelief.

"There are many birds of this kind on the island."

As Lancelot said, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the center of the island, "There are many over there."

Ella followed the direction of Lancelot's finger and looked towards the center of the island. All she could see was a lush jungle with no trace of flying birds.

"Is there a bird over there?"

"Yes." Lancelot nodded and said solemnly.

"I just believe that there are many birds over there." The main reason is that there are a lot of dead birds in front of Ella, so she can't help but not believe it.

"But...how did you see it, it's on the other side of the island?"

"..." Ella's question made Lancelot ponder for a moment, and then he said with some uncertainty: "I don't know why... Anyway, I can see it."

"I can see all the places on this island." As he said that, Lancelot gestured with his hands. He opened his hands as if to include the entire island.

"Uh..." Ella choked on Lancelot's blank look, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

At the same time, Ella once again clearly realized that the man in front of her was definitely not an ordinary person.

Just as Ella was thinking, she suddenly saw that Lancelot was about to reach out to "poke the bird" again, so she hurriedly stopped Lancelot.

Ella grabbed Lancelot's wrist and said, "Wait!"

In fact, Lancelot could have just dodged when Ella grabbed his wrist.Although his current body has not fully recovered, his hand is definitely not something Ayla can grab if he doesn't want to.

Feeling the warm and soft touch from his wrist, Lancelot felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

It's like being approached by the tip of a needle, and like being on the edge of a high cliff. In short, this is a feeling of insecurity.

[Before, did I not like someone grabbing my hand? 】

Of course he didn't know that when he was still called "Li Cha", as a swordsman, it was of course impossible for his hand holding the knife to be grabbed by someone.

Lancelot quickly suppressed his discomfort and asked, "Is there anything, isn't it?"

"What are you killing so many birds for?"

"Why can't you kill?"

"You killed so many, isn't it a waste that we can't finish it?" Ella said naturally.

"..." Lancelot fell into deep thought again.

Seeing Lancelot's dumbfounded look, Ella let go of her hand involuntarily, and she suddenly felt a little scared—this idiot wouldn't poke me out of cold air, would he?Was I too confident before, can this dangerous person really be controlled by myself?

Lancelot was keenly aware of the change in Ella's mood, but he didn't understand the reason, he just said slowly: "You are right, I should listen to you."

These somewhat "dull" words reached Ella's ears, making her eyes light up.

Ella tilted her head to look at Lancelot's handsome profile, and asked, "Really?"

"what?"

"That's...you said you want to listen to me?"

Lancelot thought for a while and said, "Well, you are my savior, and what you say makes sense, so I will listen to you."

"Okay!" Ella clapped her hands.

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Queen's logbook:
On February 1501, 2 in the lunar calendar, the Queen had left the Chambord Islands for 17 days, and the ship was sailing on the scheduled route without deviation.

The Queen replenished 590 barrels of wine in the Chambord Islands, so far there are [-] barrels left, which can be used by the whole ship for [-] days of deep voyage.Food is also plentiful.

The weather was excellent last night, with moonlight illuminating the deck, and the sky was cloudless this morning.The sea is calm and there is a light breeze.The mainsail was lowered by half, the speed was nine knots, and the heading direction of the ship was consistent with the direction of the record pointer without deviation.

Written by: Captain of the Queen, Borman Frank.

Captain Frank put down the quill, dried the ink on the "Logbook", closed the parchment booklet, put it in the shark's swim bladder, tied it with a leather rope, and locked it in the iron box before he breathed a sigh of relief .

This is a rule for large merchant ships like theirs. The captain must write the "Logbook" every day, and Borman Frank is the captain of the Queen.

Every day the ship sails, the "Logbook" must be recorded for one day. If the captain dies for some reason, this booklet will be passed on to his successor until the last person on board.

In the event of an unfortunate shipwreck, the "Logbook" is tightly packaged, and in all likelihood it will be undamaged, and the cause and effect of the shipwreck will be known when it is recovered.

There was a commotion outside, and someone shouted loudly.

"What are they talking about?" Captain Frank asked.

"Probably gambling again. These fishermen and sailors have gotten to know each other for a few days, and now they have begun to gamble with the unpaid rewards." The navigator on the side replied: "I will go and disperse them."

Captain Frank waved his hand and stopped the navigator.

"You and I are both old sailors. According to military regulations, gambling is absolutely prohibited. But most of the boats are fishermen, and it is not good to strictly follow the military regulations. And this trip will take a month to sail, every day Looking at the endless sea, it is difficult to persevere if you don’t have some fun.”

Captain Frank was actually in the navy before. Because he was used to life at sea, he recruited a group of veteran seamen who were also retired after retiring to drive merchant ships to run merchants for the chamber of commerce.

Since his ship is full of sailors, its combat effectiveness and reliability are far superior to ordinary merchant ships. After successfully completing several commissions, they got the opportunity to drive a large ship like the Queen.

However, due to insufficient manpower, they had to recruit many fishermen locally...

"Captain! Good news!"

The boatswain excitedly entered the captain's cabin in the middle cabin. According to the ship's rules, the captain's cabin cannot be easily entered without notification.

"You won the bet?" Captain Frank asked with a smile.

"It's about gambling..." The boatswain scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Brothers, play for a little money, don't dare to tell the captain... It's a good omen!"

"Good omen?" The navigator's eyes lit up.

"Yes, we passed a deserted island just now, and someone called for help on the island. Several brothers went to the sea to pick them up. I came here to tell the captain."

"Hmm..." Captain Frank was silent.

When sailing at sea, meeting someone in distress is indeed a good omen.Most people living at sea are superstitious. They believe that saving people in distress is a good deed that can accumulate virtue and will be rewarded by the sea god.

Its internal logic is probably—everyone hopes to get help from others when they are in trouble.

(End of this chapter)