Yin Hong

"It's in my drawer, I'll look for it." Sancel said and walked towards the desk.

Yawen glanced at the arrangement in the room, and it was almost the same as what Sancer gave him.The position of the bed was extremely tidy, as if it hadn't been used, but the desk was full of books and papers in all directions, scattered on the ground in a mess, like a pile of garbage that no one wanted.This kind of room is indeed very suitable for Sanssel's strange personality of being hot and cold, and it is as amazing as his appearance before.

Sancer quickly found the chart, he pulled out the paper from the middle of the two books, and handed it to Yawen, "This is it, can you recognize it?"

"Yes." Yawen looked at the chart and nodded, "Go out, let me take a good look."

"Can I stay here?" Sancer lowered his eyes and rubbed the fingers of his hands together. "I won't make any noise, and I will never disturb you."

"If you can promise not to make any sound, I mean, any." Yawen said almost harshly, "It's best not to let me even hear the sound of breathing."

Sancer raised his hands halfway, "I promise."

Only then did Yawen feel a little satisfied.He pulled the chair in front of the table and sat down, sweeping away the clutter on the table unceremoniously—it was messy enough anyway, he didn’t think Sancer would put anything important in such a cluttered place on the table.After cleaning up the debris, he spread the chart flat, fixed the four corners with books, and began to observe the chart seriously.

Judging from the route on the map, the end point of the journey is indeed located on an island. The name of the island is "Peligova". As evidenced by heaven and earth, Yawen has never heard of such an island.But the island is surrounded by ocean currents and sea areas that Yawen is very familiar with, including Portugal in the north of the island, and Spain in the northwest, which is where they are now.The chart explains all the information in great detail, even where the island is surrounded by tall reefs, and the direction of the current in each season is noted on the edge of the chart.The whole chart looks brand new, not old at all.

Yawen looked away and looked at Sancerre who was standing aside, "I have two questions. First, there are no navigation threats around this island at all, why don't you go by yourself?"

"We tried." Sancer said, spreading his hands, "but once we get around the island, we will easily encounter a horrific whirlpool, and it is easy to capsize the ship."

"This has something to do with the structure of the seabed. If you control the sail along the direction of the wind, nothing will happen. Don't you have a navigator on board?"

"No." Sancer answered him, his expression was serious and innocent, as if he was sincere, "I told you, the boat is not mine, and neither are these people."

"So you used to rely on tailwinds whether you intercepted merchant ships or docked?" Yawen raised his eyebrows, "Then will you turn the rudder?"

"Yes, of course, everyone will."

"That's not to the point of being hopeless." Yawen nodded slightly, and asked again: "The second question, why is this chart so new? The drawing method is also very similar to the current navigators, and you can tell it at a glance. It must be something that has just been completed." He frowned and looked at Sancerre. "This picture is very detailed. The person who drew it must have been to that island many times. Such an island whose details have been found out, Do you think there will be any property left on it?"

"Yes." Sancer tilted his head and smiled, "This is a pirate I knew before. He started showing off his treasure as soon as he hid it. I think his friends probably want to help him. Well, he was hacked to death not long afterward, and I found this on him. Probably—probably, two or three months ago?"

"Generally, pirates who hide treasure must know that they will not live long, so they put all their property in a secret place. If the person you mentioned is true, then he is really stupid." Yawen put the book Moved away, took the chart in his hand again and looked at it, "But how did you find it on him? Wouldn't those who killed him be one step ahead of you?"

"No." Sancer laughed proudly, "No one would dare to snatch it from me."

Yawen glanced at his immodest appearance, and shook his head amusedly, "If you are too arrogant, you will be careful in the future."

"I'm just telling the truth," Sancer said. "I don't know why, but they're all afraid of me, so if I want to... I can do anything."

"You'd better kill your absurd idea before the flames burn." Yawen shook the sea chart and rolled up the blueprint. "There are always many things in this world that you can't do."

"What is it?"

"I've already said, a lot." Yawen tapped Sancerre's shoulder with the rolled up drawings, "It's beyond your imagination, it's unbelievable."

"Then show me." Sancer said with a treacherous smile, "What is it that can control me?"

"Who knows, maybe it's someone so powerful that you can't resist, maybe it's just because you don't like pancakes." Yawen answered him half-seriously and half-jokingly.

Sancer was stunned, "How do you know I don't like pancakes?"

"I was talking nonsense." Yawen shook the roll of paper in his hand twice, and walked out the door, "Go tell your companions, head straight to the southwest, if you don't even know where the southwest is , I guess you are so stupid that you will never be able to land on that island in your life."

"Got it, I'll tell them." Sancer followed closely, almost sticking behind Yawen, "Where are you going?"

"Go and see the situation outside," Yawen said. "By the way, if possible, you'd better provide me with a pair of binoculars and a few pieces of paper that can be used for writing."

"Go inside and take whatever you want, and you can take anything you want."

"Then if I want your clothes, will you take them off and hand them to me now, and then wander around naked?" Yawen said, turning his head and scanning him up and down a few times.

"Of course, oh .

"You've been making this joke for a long time, and it's not funny in my eyes." Yawen stopped, turned around and said with a smile to Sancerre who was close at hand because it was too late to stop, "But if there is If I really do this one day, it can only mean that I have already decided how to kill you."

Sancer opened his mouth, his face flushed a little from fear or excitement, his eyes stared at Yawen without blinking, as focused as metal attracted by a magnet.

"Hey! I said our boss, no matter how much you like him, you can't start flirting as soon as you get on the boat."

An undisguised yell from the cabin hatch interrupted their staring. Yawen turned his head sideways, and the shattered hair on his temples barely brushed the tip of Sancerre's nose, like soft cotton wadding on a cold tabletop in winter. Average.

Yawen smiled and looked at the pirate who kept whistling, and patted Sancerre on the shoulder, "It doesn't seem very good to just walk around in your room, you should take those things for me Come on, I'll stand on deck for a while, and be back soon."

"... Yawen."

"What else?"

"Then you stand on the deck and wait for a while." Sancer said the first syllable several times before saying this sentence. He pointed to the bow, "I'll get the telescope."

"Okay." Yawen nodded, turned and left.

The life of the pirates on the ship is completely different from that of ordinary sailors. They are distributed in various corners of the ship in a disorderly manner. They hang shoulders together in twos and threes, talking loudly about topics of interest to each other. The wine was scalding hot, but he was able to keep himself from getting drunk. He changed the helm and worked together to control the sails. Like a group of brothers who grew up together, they had no scruples and talked about everything.

Yawen walked directly to the bow of the ship, took out a pocket watch and compass from his pocket, and drew the direction with the gestures. After finding that the general heading was correct, he was a little helplessly relieved.He held the blueprint in his hand, and his hands were resting on the railing of the ship's side, counting the waves crashing on the ship in boredom.

"Hey, that chick over there."

Yawen didn't feel angry because of this ridiculous title. In fact, his temper has always been good, at least not as bad as Andre, so he is relatively seldom angry, and has always looked absolutely gentle.So instead of yelling like an ignorant reckless man, he maintained a smile on his face and squinted at the person who was coming.

"Where are you from?" The pirate quickly came over, next to Yawen, and kept smelling of wine while talking.

"I'm on your ship from Spain, and I'm talking to you in Spanish now, where do you think I'm from?" Yawen asked him, tilting his head, "Are all the people on your ship also Spanish?"

"Not all, but everyone can speak Spanish, which is so convenient." The pirate said as he moved closer, his left hand slowly put on Yawen's shoulder, and it seemed to be sliding down, "Hey, but your figure It's really good, you should have strong muscles..."

"Although it's not very good to do this when we meet for the first time, but I still have to say something," Yawen seemed to casually grab the arm that was on his shoulder, "I think you must have made a mistake. what."

As soon as Yawen finished speaking, he suddenly raised his other hand, twisted the pirate's wrist fiercely, and at the same time he screamed miserably, pulled his arm and slammed him hard against the splint.The moment the pirate landed, he raised his eyes and saw Sancel who had just approached here.

"Sancerre." He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Come here."

☆、Chapter 019