Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 169 Sailor Thiel
The Vengeance has three masts. In addition to the stern and the mast that controls the direction, there are two main and auxiliary masts. The main mast is more than ten meters high.

The breeze was blowing, and the sails were shaking constantly. The top of the mast was a wooden watchtower, and sailor Tell was guiding the direction on the watchtower.

Karl stood up, turned around the main mast, and found a simple rope ladder on one side of the observation deck.

He looked around, Cowley refocused his attention on fishing, and the surrounding sailors were also busy, and no one noticed that his position had changed.

Karl raised his head and looked up the mast. The tall mast pierced into the sky, traveling between the sea and the sky. He grabbed the simple rope ladder and climbed up.

The rope ladder was harder than expected, and would sway as Karl moved forward. He had to carefully control the strength to prevent falling from the rope ladder.

Soon, Karl came to the end of the rope ladder, and the watchtower was close in front of him. Sailor Tell was turning his back to him, and he didn't notice the people behind him.

"Good day!"

"Master Karl?" The arrival of Karl jumped Tire, stood up from the observation deck in a hurry, and helped Karl climb the last rope ladder, "This place is very dangerous, you shouldn't come here, the captain will scold me .”

"I'm just curious about the scenery here."

The observation deck is much wider than it looks below, and it is a platform with a radius of more than one meter. Carl carefully held the rope on the mast and looked down.

This is the most instinctive fear of human beings. As a creature who lives on land all his life, staying away from the land will bring a serious sense of insecurity, and people with keen senses may even develop a fear of heights.

Fortunately, Karl did not have a fear of heights. He took a few deep breaths to calm down his nervous emotions, and sat on the observation deck like Thiel, looking around.

Compared with the deck, the observation deck has a much wider view, and Karl can even see the blurred shadow of the land on the left rear.

"here!"

Following Tyre's guidance, Karl saw a few small dots in the sea, and he couldn't help asking: "Land?"

"Coral Island," Tyre said excitedly, "we will replenish fresh water on the coral island."

"If possible, I hope to take a bath."

Tire was a very young sailor. He hadn't grown a beard on his chin yet, and the fluff on his mouth exuded childishness. He wore a brown sailor cap on his head, and his eyes were pure and bright without any impurities.

At this time, one of Thiel's hands was directing Carl's gaze, and the other hand was holding a photo, and Carl took the photo curiously.

The photo is a bit worn out, with serious wear and tear on the top, and the bottom part is worn white. In the center of the photo are two human women with bright smiles. One of the women’s eyebrows is somewhat similar to Tyre’s, so maybe she shouldn’t be a woman , a girl to be precise.

"This is my sister," Tire moved his body, shrunk to the inside of the observation deck, and said with a smile, "Sister who depends on each other."

"This is my fiancee, Shane."

"There is such a beautiful fiancée going to sea, not enjoying life at home?" Carl laughed and patted Thiel on the shoulder.

"Oh," Tell sighed silently, shook his head, and said to Carl, "My sister's condition is up and down, and she needs to see the pastor of the church for treatment on a regular basis. Although their fees are not expensive, they are not ordinary. people can bear."

"So, you went to sea as a sailor?"

"Yes, although the risk of smuggling a cargo ship is great, the income is also high," Thiel stroked the photo with his hand, obviously missing his family very much.

"How long have you been out?" Carl randomly took out a bottle of cider from his pocket, took out another bottle of wine, handed the wine to Tyre, pulled out the cork himself, and drank a third of it in one go.

There are alcoholics everywhere around, and Karl is inevitably infected, and he also begins to like this bold way of drinking, but he can only drink wine with low alcohol concentration, and he is temporarily out of luck with rum.

"It's been two years," Thiel sighed, taking a swig of the wine as a result.

Thiel took out the money bag, handed it to Carl, and said with some ease: "Basically enough."

"Are you afraid that I will steal your money?"

"Don't be afraid," Tire shrugged. "Mr. Mage, I have seen all kinds of people since I was a child. I have never seen a mage as powerful as you in Hillsbrad."

"Thank you for your trust," Carl smiled, and continued, "In many cases, strength does not equal character."

"But you're lucky, I'm really not interested in these."

After speaking, he opened the money bag. The gold coins were shining in the sun. Carl was a little surprised. There were nearly 50 gold coins in the money bag. Every gold coin was very clean. These gold coins are very familiar with each gold coin.

"After this voyage is over, I will leave," Tyre said, taking a sip of wine and looking into the distance, Carl knew he was missing his sister and fiancee.

"Go to buy a farm near Tarren Mill, and take care of the family while taking care of the farm."

"Be careful!!!"

The helmsman below waved his hands and shouted loudly: "Be careful!! Monsoon!"

A strong wind came from a distance, and Karl's cloak flew in the wind, and Tyre's hat was blown away and fell into the vast sea. Several sailors lay on the ship's side, watching the hat in the water and waved their hands helplessly, unable to do anything.

Strong winds blew the sea surface, and countless waves more than three meters high rolled in the sea. The Revenge trembled constantly in the waves, making teeth-stinging sounds.

The strong wind blew on the sails, causing the speed of the Revenge to increase suddenly. Karl held on to the ropes on the mast tightly, like a small boat in a storm.

Tire beside him was not so lucky. He often worked on the watchtower. He was a bold artist, but the sudden gust of wind made his body lose his balance and fell from the edge of the watchtower.

At a distance of more than ten meters, Tire is just an ordinary sailor, and at this height, the wooden deck will not cause any buffer.

Under the blowing of the strong wind, Tire deviated from the falling track and rushed to the front of the Revenge. He waved his arms in the air wildly, trying to grab something, but there was nothing around to rely on.

The speed of Tire's fall became faster and faster, and he closed his eyes as if appointed, waiting for death.

"Hand of Midas!"

At the very moment, a translucent giant hand composed of stances appeared in Tire's trajectory, and the giant hand tightly grasped the falling Tire, and then under Karl's control, the giant hand descended, placing Tire on the ground. deck.

(End of this chapter)