God forbids me to fall in love

Moen lay on the deck, gasping weakly, like a dying fish.

He closed his eyes, fighting off the headache and nausea, trying to recall the eerie scene he had glimpsed.

He's still not sure if what he saw was real

A "person" with extremely flat facial features and strange distribution, and pale to transparent skin actually dived into the sea, staring at him intently through a thin layer of clear sea surface.

This is completely impossible...

This ocean-going ship has been sailing for more than ten days, and the sea area they are in at the moment is not an offshore area. Even if someone fell into the sea and died, they should not have drifted here.

What's more, that person's nimble movements are as proficient as swimming fish, and he has cold and sticky eyes that make Moen shudder. How could he be a dead person?

However, it is even more impossible to be a living person!

Could it be true that Grandma Qiong's warning of madness before she left was true?

Are there really monsters that seduce people and fall to death in the sea?

Moen didn't dare to think about it.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he opened his sore and painful eyes in panic, looking at the blue sky, trembling unceasingly.

He no longer dared to relive the feeling of being forced to fall into the boat involuntarily just now, and he didn't dare to relive the human-like but terrifying underwater face he saw.

"Moen, are you okay?" Bridge squatted beside him worriedly, and turned his head to look behind from time to time while speaking, looking cautiously, lest someone would come over.

"The sea water has soaked your whole body, otherwise, we will secretly excuse you to take a pee and change your clothes later..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, accompanied by the sound of tapping footsteps, an impatient heavy voice sounded.

"Isn't this awake? Get up and work if you're still alive, why are you being lazy!"

The person who came was dressed in a dignified uniform, and it was Mr. Ferguson, the bosun who was stronger than the third mate.

He was well built, tanned, with a beard and a slightly protruding mouth.Not only did he look ferocious, but he also had a fierce personality. At this moment, he also had an arrogant posture with his head held high and his chest squinted.

Some time ago, he was the representative who went to Cape Mans Harbor where Moen and Bridge were located to recruit crew.

"Prudent guy. Do you know how much manpower wasted by your mistake to rescue you? Do you know how much resources and gold coins we lost during this time of saving you?" Ferguson scolded angrily. He glared at Moen fiercely, and snorted coldly, "If you were on an ordinary ferry, you would have died long ago, and no one would care about your life. You can't be grateful to the Scott family for saving such a life. Hurry up and get to work! We don't raise useless waste!"

He kept his eyes on Moen, until Bridge helped Moen up in a panic, and the two walked back to their posts with difficulty, then he left the deck step by step.

Of course, Moen understood the meaning of Ferguson's words.

He himself was glad.

Indeed, as the other party said, if he fell from another boat, I am afraid that there is only one dead end.

Because the ship they are joining now is the property of the Scott family.

Different from ordinary fishing boats that go purely for fishing, this boat shoulders the mission of capital.

An ocean-going ship not only carries the task of fishing, but takes on the role of a pioneer in exploring the unknown world, expanding its footsteps to the other side of the ocean, and searching for available resources.

The Scott family is a well-known big capitalist on the mainland. It has made a fortune in the past 50 years. Because of its keen economic sense, it took the lead in setting foot in the ocean field.

But ocean sailing is an unknown new thing for everyone, and unknown means danger.

Being a crew member is not a romantic profession, only poor people who really have no money will come to serve for those paid for their lives.

The recruitment of crews will only be carried out in poor areas, such as Cape Mans Harbor.

It is precisely because most people are afraid of this profession that some deeds related to human life cannot be caused.

For the sake of reputation and development prospects, the person in charge of the Scott family will definitely order to rescue him.

Moen leaned on the railing with a pale face, and stood a step away, not daring to get too close to the edge, let alone cast a net to catch fish.

His current physical and psychological conditions are not ready, but there is no time to buffer him.

Although I'm sorry, he can only be a spinning top after being whipped for a while.

"It's okay, after the end, I'll give you a fish, and we'll all have dinner." Bridge whispered in his ear.

This is also the new order that Ferguson arranged in the morning.

Because of the heavy rain a few days ago, the departure time of the ship deviated from the original plan.The prepared food is a little tight, so I can only rely on the sea to eat, and try to save as much as possible.

So all sailors were asked to participate in fishing, and the crew member who caught the biggest fish could get a vegetable meal.

He who catches no fish has only a piece of dry bread tonight.

"Thank you..." Moen expressed his thanks in a moved way. He lightly touched his chapped lips twice, and only made some breathy sounds.

He feels guilty for causing trouble for Bridger.

When Mingming left Xiaogang, he had promised that Grandma Qiong would take good care of her grandson, but now the roles had been reversed.

Bridge has always been a timid person, with a weaker physique than ordinary boys, and his strength cannot keep up with ordinary people.

Grandma Joan was vehemently against his participation in crew recruitment, which Bridge was hiding from her.

On the day before I left, I really couldn't hide it. After Granny Qiong found out, she showed a particularly crazy side to stop...

Moen still remembers the scene clearly to this day, the old woman kept beating the crutches and crying, howling some inaudible words.

It was shocking and distressing.

It was later when Moen asked Bridge that he sighed helplessly: "My grandma always said that there are monsters that enthrall the soul in the sea, maybe it was because of my father's drowning in the early years that she had such thoughts. Of course I don't want to make her sad, but her eyes are completely blind, I can't make her tired anymore, I finally have a chance to make money, and I really have no way to give up..."

……

Moen was thinking wildly, but Bridge suddenly blinked at him abnormally.

Moen froze for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of this movement. He hurriedly stood up, overcame the pain in his body, stood upright, and pretended to be laying the net.

If you look closely, you will find that his legs are still shaking. Without the support of the railing, he will definitely fall to the ground.

Bridge was reminding him that the top whip had appeared again.

Ferguson's footsteps were always heavy and deliberate, but this time they were silent.

Before Moen heard anything, someone had already patted his shoulder.

This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Moen staggered and fell to the ground.

"...Master, I didn't use any force!"

A rebuttal came, and the man in the vest who patted Moen's shoulder turned around in embarrassment, and his first reaction was to shirk responsibility to the young master he said.

"Help him up, take him back to rest... vomit..."

As soon as this weak order was given, the second sentence was a retch.

Moen's head was humming again from the sudden impact of falling to the ground. He listened to the conversation between the two, and slowly raised his eyes to look over, and saw a platinum-blonde hair meticulously behind his head. The well-dressed, handsome young man leaned on the inner railing with a disheveled face, and in the next second rushed to the outside of the ship regardless of his demeanor, sticking his head out—vomiting into the sea.

That is the person with the most honorable status on this ship...

The sixth son of the current head of the Scott family, Victor.

The reason why it is called honorable on the bright side has a very complicated story behind it.

"My lord! I told you that seasickness is so severe that you shouldn't be walking around!"

The man in the vest who was bending down to set Moen up exclaimed, and rushed over in a hurry, not forgetting to shout to Bridge, who was stunned, "Catch any fish, hurry up and help!"

He paused to order Bridge's kung fu, and something terrible had happened.

Moen sat on the ground propping up the boat plank with both hands, and a falling figure skipped out of the corner of his eyes.

Quick, fast, and unprepared.

He raised his head in astonishment, and only heard a loud "plop" together with everyone who was completely stunned.

Accompanied by the scream of the vest man collapsing, there is also a splash of water in front of him

The young master of the Scott family also crashed...