Mermaid Reef

Cindy was awakened by a hoarse cry for help.

Clutching her head, she got up and found that her grandmother was guarding the door vigilantly, holding a small wooden handcuff used by ladies in her hand.

"Cindy, how are you doing?"

Mrs. Fenier found that her granddaughter was awake, and came over to touch Cindy's forehead in surprise.

"You have a fever. I gave you medicine, but it still doesn't work."

Mrs. Fennier was used to her granddaughter's fevers, which would occur every time Cindy heard something unusual.Mrs. Finier was anxious for a while and had paid for an expensive private doctor.But as Cindy grew older, the frequency of fevers began to decrease, just as children become healthy as adults.

Just when Mrs. Fenier thought that Cindy had recovered from her illness, in 1952, Cindy had a high fever for three days and three nights and talked a lot of nonsense.

So Mrs. Fenier has already guessed the seriousness of the matter based on Cindy's reaction.

"You only slept for half an hour this time."

Looking at her grandmother's expectant eyes, Cindy felt extremely bitter.

"No, it's dangerous here." Cindy said softly.

The symptoms of severe tinnitus are relieved, not because you have left the danger, but have fallen into the abyss.

"Those... sounds of death are spreading outward. We have entered the central area, like the center of the storm will become calmer."

Mrs. Fenier was stunned.

Cindy held her grandmother's hand tightly, as if to draw strength from the movement.

Half a minute later, Mrs. Fenier broke free from Cindy's palm, and said in a rough voice: "Okay, I should tell you about the current situation. The boat hit a rock, but the situation seems to be very complicated. The boat is slowing down. tilt."

——Everyone who survived the war knows that it is useless to cry or scream in the face of a disaster. It is better to save some energy to think about the problem.

Cindy leaned on the wall and felt that the ship was leaning more than thirty degrees.

"The bottom of the boat may be broken, let's go to the deck."

"Oh, then you need to be careful. Some passengers surrounded the crew and they got into a fight on deck."

"why?"

"Good question," muttered Mrs. Fennel. "How do I know what a fool thinks?"

The grandparent and grandson left the room vigilantly, and saw the panicked crowd outside at the end of the corridor.

Sure enough, a confrontation was formed outside, and the deck was crowded with people.

"Don't move, there is quicksand below, and you will only die if you fall!" the first officer shouted desperately.

Cindy looked down and saw that half of the hull had sunk into the fine sand.

With the rapid flow of sand driven by sea water, the Elizabeth ship may soon sink into the sand dune grave.

This is also the main reason for people panic.

Before Cindy regained consciousness, some passengers jumped over the railing despite the crew's stop.

They felt that the weight of the giant steel wheel was too great to move, while the weight of a human was relatively speaking, much lighter.

And then they're in a corner.

Cindy motioned Mrs. Fenier to take the wooden warehouse. She walked to the railing and looked down, only to see some items scattered in the yellow sand.

hat, a single shoe...

A drooping wrist stood erect outside the yellow sand.

Cindy lost her mind, when someone bumped into her suddenly, she immediately stabilized her body, and lowered her head to find that it was a woman in a daze.

"...Just a moment later, they're gone, gone! There's a devil down there!"

The men around her were not much better than her, they were all pale and frightened.

The rest of the people were full of anger, and they must give an explanation from the captain. The captain was so frightened that he led people into the cab, and someone smashed the door outside, creating a mess.

The chief mate and the crew kept stopping the frightened passengers running around, fearing that they would fall off the deck and sink into the quicksand due to crowding and pushing.

"Everyone calm down! We will wait for rescue soon!"

"There's a lifeguard station on this island! They'll find us soon..."

Cindy happened to see that annoying Mr. Smith rushed over and grabbed the collar of the first mate, spit and shook vigorously: "Did you bring us to this ghost place on purpose? Oh, admit it, you and The pirates have colluded, otherwise how can you explain that you know the situation on this island like the back of your hand?"

The first mate was strong, so he directly lifted Smith to the side and threw him forward heavily.

The passengers were frightened, and someone ran into the cabin in a panic, almost knocking down Mrs. Fenier.

"boom."

There was a sound of a wooden barn.

Everyone squatted down reflexively, or hugged their heads.

Including the crew, everyone stared dumbfounded at an old British woman with wrinkled face and thinning white hair who raised her arms high and rushed up the wooden warehouse mouth, from which gunpowder smoke was constantly coming out.

"Be quiet for a while!" Mrs. Finick said very unhappy, "A dozen idiots have already died, and I don't want to sink in the sand with this boat!"

"Yes, we should ask the captain to come forward and explain the current situation clearly."

The second person to stand up was an old gentleman, and Cindy also saw some people put their hands on their waists vaguely.

Apparently, she and her grandmother were not the only ones who brought weapons aboard.

Cindy stepped in front of her grandmother, blocking the angry eyes of the crowd.

At this time, the captain came out sweating profusely. He was not as calm as the first officer, and he was talking, but his eyes kept drifting towards the thick fog in the distance.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, this is Sable Island, and some of you may have heard its name."

"What's that place? Don't play around."

"Correct!"

The captain asked in astonishment: "You don't know?"

The old gentleman said hesitantly: "I seem to have heard an ancient ballad, which has this pronunciation, what is the 'sea grave', the place where the devil is entrenched..."

"That's right, that's the one." The captain answered quickly.

The passengers on the ship were even more panicked. Smith took the lead and yelled: "I will complain to your shipping company, and this will not clear your suspicions. Why did the Elizabeth drive to such a dangerous place?"

"Quiet!" The first mate couldn't help throwing Smith aside again. He was full of beards and looked very fierce.

The fog came without warning, and the dashboard and radio malfunctioned before the fog settled.

The uneasiness in the crew's hearts reached its peak after the Elizabeth completely lost control and hit the rocks and fell into quicksand, and these passengers who could only talk nonsense dragged things into another abyss.

"...There hasn't been a shipwreck in decades since the lifeguard station was built on Sable Island! Ladies and gentlemen, you haven't heard the name of this marine cemetery anymore, have you? I still I want to tell everyone that the last accident in which all crew members died was because the crew jumped out of the ship and escaped without waiting for rescue!"

The first mate gasped heavily, staring at everyone.

No one dared to speak.

At this moment, the first mate walked up to Madam Fenier and said earnestly, "Thank you, ma'am."

Mrs. Fenier returned to her trembling look, supported by her granddaughter, and said loudly: "No, I think you should learn from my old woman's practice and put more wooden warehouses facing the sky, otherwise the fog will So thick, will the men at the lifeguard station find that a ship has run aground?"

"My God! I mean, we should have done this long ago!" Smith said hastily.

But it's not that simple.

There were at least 200 people screaming loudly just now, isn't this movement louder than the sound of a wooden warehouse?

"Sorry, can I ask how big the island is?" Cindy asked aloud.

The first mate was obviously not used to talking to an unmarried woman. He looked at Mrs. Fenier and said hesitantly: "It's very big, or I should say it's very long and narrow, including quicksand, it's about 30 square miles. It's Toronto. One-ninth of that, which is larger than the area of ​​some small cities."

Cindy had expected this answer.

If it is not big, how can the quicksand surrounding Sable Island "hold" hundreds of shipwrecks, and the strange situation of "necklaces" appears.

It was the first time Cindy had such a clear hallucination, which made her very disturbed.

Now they are trapped on this boat, and the boat does not know when it will completely sink into the quicksand, and Cindy seems to hear the sound of seconds ticking in her ears.

When time runs out, death comes.

People looked to the end of the thick fog expectantly, let go of their voices and yelled, the captain also asked for a signal flare for help, and fired several rounds in a row.

The smoke from the crimson flare was very conspicuous, and people finally became happy.

"The people at the lifeguard station will definitely see it!"

Not long after, a faint figure seemed to appear in the mist, and people became even more excited.

Cindy immediately helped her grandmother back to the cabin.

Cindy was worried that the deck would be too crowded, and those people would be too crazy when rescue came, and accidents could easily happen.

"Pack up your things first, the ship will definitely not be salvaged, and we will not be able to disembark with all our luggage." Cindy took the ID very consciously, stuffed the valuable jewelry into her pocket, and did not forget to take it He unloaded the magazine and strapped the dagger to his calf under his trousers.

She found the door to the side room open, which was Smith's cabin.

Cindy slipped in without hesitation and took the lighter.

When she came out, she suddenly felt a sharp tinnitus.

Cindy didn't even think about it, she quickly fled back to the cabin, and tied the door with the last bit of strength.

"There's something out there...dangerous..."

Cindy clutched Grandma's sleeve and spoke in staccato staccato.

Mrs. Fenier's reaction was also quick, she immediately closed the curtains without looking outside.

Then the old woman heard heart-pounding screams, as if a massacre was taking place on the deck.

"Snapped."

Something sticky flew up the window, and then slowly slid down against the glass.

Mrs. Fenier hugged Cindy and got under the bed without hesitation.

Someone was running wildly in the hallway, and someone was knocking on every door in sight.

"This is my room, damn it, you all go away!" Smith yelled, followed by the sound of fighting.

In the end, I don't know who wins or loses. Anyway, the door of the next room was locked with a snap.

Cindy endured her headache, and she saw a bright red liquid slowly flowing in through the crack of the door.

Then there was a very strange sound, as if some heavy object was dragging and walking, making a tooth-piercing creaking sound.

A huge shadow was reflected on the glass of the cabin door, its head was higher than the position of the glass, and only a long neck and a protruding back could be seen.

As a Brit, Cindy first thought of the Loch Ness Monster.

But obviously the Loch Ness monster can't be only 10 feet (3 meters or so) tall and not full of feathers.

Could it be an ostrich?

The first one went by.

A second giant bird held a bloody arm in its beak.

Cindy: "..."

She felt a weight on her shoulders, and looked down to find that her grandmother was inexplicably unconscious.

At this time, the giant bird seemed to be interested in the next room and began to knock on the door.

"boom."

The door panel was punctured.

Amidst Smith's chaotic screams and mournful wailing, Cindy grabbed the sheet to cover herself and her grandmother under the bed, then picked up the wooden cabin, and pointed it at the partition wall with the next cabin through the gap in the sheet.

The bulkhead was constantly hit and slapped.

It was like the noise of some large creature entering a narrow room, ready to hunt.

An oval appeared on the left, what looked like the tip of a wing, and soon there came a paw print.

Under the pitch-black bed, dust kept rolling down.

Cindy felt as if she had returned to the basement in London. Although she had an extra wooden warehouse in her hand, the strong sense of despair did not get any relief.

Ordinary people will never be able to fight against disasters, nor can they affect the occurrence and end of disasters.

They could only curl up and struggle to survive...

"boom!"

The walls collapsed and smoke filled the air.

The moment the giant bird poked its head out, Cindy opened the wooden barn.

Right in the forehead.

The giant bird took a step back and wanted to jump back angrily.

A second bullet went into its misshapen eye.

Cindy's hands were numb from the recoil.

The giant bird fell, its huge carcass just blocking the gap in the wall.