Pirate's Swamp Fruit

The fire in the fireplace was burning, and the tavern was as warm as spring. Wilder sat outside the bar and had a heart-to-heart chat with the boss. Through the conversation, he learned that the boss's name was Barrett, a name with something special. .1kanshu

Claire and the others randomly found a place to sit down, drinking wine on the surface, but cast their eyes on the two inside and outside the bar from time to time.

"Hmm, hahaha! So Mr. Barrett stayed on this island after encountering a storm half a year ago." In the wine room, Wilde laughed heartily, and his eyes flashed unclearly.

"Yes, but there are two sides to everything. If it wasn't for the storm, I might have died at the hands of those pirates." Barrett is a middle-aged man with a soft-spoken manner and a smile in his eyes all the time. Concerned, but his hand didn't stop moving, and wiped the wine glass with a clean white cloth.

"Pirates? Are there any other connections during this period?" Wilder raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, took a sip of wine, and asked inquiringly.

"Well, I was originally a businessman. That time my fleet just delivered a batch of goods and was on its way back. I was also on the ship at the time. Unexpectedly, I encountered a group of pirates halfway through the journey. Needless to say, I believe Will Mr. De also knew how could the pirates let go of the merchant ship. Under the leadership of the guards, I abandoned the merchant ship and escaped on the boat. Unexpectedly, the group of pirates pursued me until the storm appeared. All of us All were submerged by the waves, including of course the pirates who were chasing me.

My consciousness fell into darkness for a long time, until I woke up to find that I had broken away from the original sea area, and I was washed up on this island. Although I lost everything, fortunately, I recovered a life. "

"This is a blessing in disguise..." Wilder said with a shrug.

Barrett raised his eyelids when he heard the words, glanced at Wilder in surprise, then smiled approvingly, nodded and said: "A blessing in disguise...It couldn't be more appropriate, Mr. Wilder is really knowledgeable."

Wilde smiled when he heard the words: "I'm not a very knowledgeable person! Compared to this, can Mr. Barrett tell me something about the island?"

"Of course." Barrett's crescent-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, "Speaking of this island...Mr. Wilder and your friends need to pay attention to one thing."

"What should I say?" Wilder looked searching.

The other people in the tavern also pricked up their ears at this time.

"This island has a taboo, you can't go out at night." Barrett's expression became serious: "You must never go out."

"Why?" Bacon, who was not far away, couldn't help but ask after hearing this.

Barrett glanced at him and nodded slightly: "Because this is a cursed island, an island cursed by darkness and negativity."

Barrett's voice was a little deeper, and everyone listened quietly.

"This legend was spread on this island. In the beginning, I didn't believe it, but until one day, I saw what happened in the street outside through the window of my room...

It was then that I realized that this was not a legend, but a reality. "

"What did you see?" Bacon couldn't help it again, rubbing his arms and asking.

"Monster!" Barrett looked at him and said lightly: "A kind of black body! Huge monsters without limbs! They are densely packed, occupying the entire street in groups."

"Monster..." Everyone exclaimed in amazement.

"Yes, monster." Barrett nodded heavily.

"What do you say about the curse?" Wilder was silent for a moment and looked at Barrett.

"This has a long history. It is said that the curse began after a plague took away % of the life on the entire island forty years ago. Those monsters also started to appear from that time."

"That's it..." Wilder's eyes flashed a faint light: "Thank you, Mr. Barrett, for letting me know."

"You're welcome." Barrett narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape.

"The lodging is troublesome." Wilde drank the wine in his glass and stood up.

Everyone in Wilder was quickly arranged into the guest rooms on the second floor. Of course, there was more than one room.

The room was comfortable and elegant, and Wilde stood in front of the window and looked outside quietly.

The afterglow of the red sun gradually faded and nearly dissipated.

A round of bright moon hung in the darkened sky, and the bright moonlight fell through the glass window and fell on the floor of the room.

As time passed, the sky darkened completely, and the street outside fell into deep darkness. Wilder had kept a motionless posture since just now, his sharp eyes were looking at the street outside the window, his face was calm and he didn't know what he was thinking. something.

It doesn't matter whether Barrett's words are true or not, but Wilder knows that the legend of this island...at least not as simple as what he said.

There are two possibilities for the newspaper picked up from the street, one is true and the other is false, Wilder prefers the latter.

And if it's the latter, then... Barrett's words are worth guessing.

"interesting."

With a slight smile, Wilder's eyes shone with an inexplicable light.

The content in the newspaper is the same as what Barrett said, and it belongs to an event that happened forty years ago, and it was also an event that took away the lives of the islanders due to the plague.

The only strange thing is that the newspaper did not mention the name of the island or where it is located, and this... is the biggest doubt.

Since it can be published in the newspaper, it means that this island is in circulation with the outside world and is a known island registered by the world government and navy. And such a major accident has happened on such an island, so it is normal for it to be published in the newspaper.

What's not normal... the papers ignore the basics of the island name and where it is located.

This is one of the doubtful points. Another doubtful point also lies in the newspaper itself. It is too new! It's so new that it doesn't look like a newspaper from forty years ago.

So!If the newspaper is fake, what is the purpose of the people doing this?

lie?Yes, but what is the purpose of deceiving people?

Wilder couldn't think of it, and didn't want to think about it. All of this has nothing to do with him. He will leave the island tomorrow after tonight.

Unless Ah Xin has not repaired the boat by tomorrow... Wait!

Repair the ship...leave...! Wilder suddenly felt something in his heart, he couldn't fix it...

His eyes slowly widened, and then gradually narrowed. Wilder thought for a while, turned his head, and looked out the window.

Rather than the so-called legends and curses, he was more afraid of those who could defeat him in terms of force.

In the blink of an eye, the body had disappeared into the room without disturbing anyone, and even the doors and windows had not been opened. Wilder's body had converged into a human form, and he was rushing towards the docking point of the ship in the jungle where he came!

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